The Peaceful Heaven Dao Palace, atop a ninety-foot-high platform.
At the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master's words, Xuanming was sorely tempted. Among Mighty Experts, every radish had its own hole—every position was already filled.
The higher his cultivation, the more he understood, and the broader the vistas he saw, the more he realized how difficult it was to become a Mighty Expert.
The higher one stood above all living beings, the harder the road became, the narrower the path. The Great Dao was walked alone, and the Great Dao was hard to travel.
But Xuanming quickly restrained himself.
With the Yellow Court Scripture in hand, it was only a matter of time before he became one of the mighty. Without the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master's help, he would at most arrive a little later. But if he accepted his support, he would be bound to the Peaceful Heaven Sect.
Xuanming understood the advantages and disadvantages clearly.
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior, but my answer remains the same. I fear I must disappoint you."
"Your resolve is certainly firm."
The Peaceful Heaven Dao Master was not annoyed, as though he had expected this. His gaze reached into the distance, and his Divine sense enveloped the entire Microcosm.
Looking at the multitudes within the Small World and thinking of the many races whose lives depended on the Peaceful Heaven Sect, he continued:
"Young friend, you have traveled through its cities and villages. What do you think of the living beings in this Microcosm?"
Xuanming pondered for a moment before saying:
"All races are equal, with none above or below another, no division between noble and lowly. Ability and virtue are valued equally, the elderly are cared for, and the young are educated. Even an age of prosperity could scarcely offer more.
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