The Coffin Master was the origin of everything. Good and evil, light and darkness, the Heavenly Court and the Underworld-all were extensions of his power. Thus, the closer one drew to the Coffin Master, the closer one came to touching the Great Dao, and the greater one's chance of becoming an Immortal Emperor.
In the terminology of another universe, this was called seeing Yuanshi at the end of the Dao and comprehending one's original true self.
The Coffin Master was that Yuanshi, that true self.
Yet even while comprehending one's true self, one had to maintain Only I Am Supreme. One could draw close to the Coffin Master, but could not become part of his Great Dao.
Otherwise, after cultivating to the very end, one would suffer ominous afflictions in old age, sink into a muddled stupor, and be beset by all manner of eerie phenomena. Even one's face would increasingly resemble the Coffin Master's. That was not seeing Yuanshi or attaining the Dao, but becoming the Coffin Master's incarnation body, his other self.
The Eerie Race walked precisely this road. Born from bone ash, they faced no restrictions and possessed numerous Immortal Emperors and Ancestors, yet they could never produce anyone Beyond the Sacrificial Path.
"Transcendence cannot depend on external things."
Through the Stone Jar, Lin Xian watched scene after scene unfold across the heavens. He offered no judgment on the Heavenly Emperors' seed plan. Perhaps it could contend with the Plateau, but it could not break free.
He had his own ideas and his own path. Gnawing on bone ash alone offered limited prospects. Even after gnawing one's way to the end, one still needed Borrowing Falsehood to Cultivate Truth.
Understand the eerie, become the eerie, and ultimately transcend the eerie.
For now, Chu Feng was merely bait,