In the distant southern reaches of the Primordial World.
Yuanshi walked across the land.
He, too, saw countless beings struggling bitterly along the path of cultivation.
As he gazed upon the same scenes of mortal life that Tongtian had witnessed earlier.
Yuanshi's reaction was entirely different.
A mixture of cold indifference and disgust flickered in his eyes.
The Heavenly Dao had its fixed destinies, whether concerning the exalted position of a Sage or cultivation of the Great Dao.
Everything had long since been ordained by unseen forces!
Someone like him, who inherited Pangu's legacy, was destined to become a Sage from the moment he was born!
He was destined to transcend the bonds of karma, undying and indestructible.
Aside from beings like them, any ordinary cultivator hoping to attain Great Firmament needed certain qualities.
Aptitude, origins, blessings, and virtue-not one could be lacking!
This was the heavenly mandate, the eternal law governing the Primordial World.
Apart from born Sages like them, naturally divine beings, immortal herbs, and spiritual roots.
Those fur-clad, horn-bearing creatures, those born of dampness or hatched from eggs, had no right whatsoever to stand alongside someone like him!
Those lowborn mud-legged peasants ought to obediently accept their fate.
If every mud-legged peasant vainly coveted the immortal path.
If each and every one scrambled to climb higher.
Wouldn't the entire Primordial World descend into chaos?
This was defying heaven and disrupting the Heavenly Dao's original order!
As this thought flashed through his mind, Yuanshi sensed something stirring within him.
He had previously witnessed his eldest brother attempting to establish a sect and become a Sage in the Primordial World.
He had also formed some conjectures about his own sage path.
Now, as he looked upon this scene, a glimmer of understanding slowly arose.
The order of the Heavenly