"All who seek the Dao, sharing knowledge, exchanging ideas and helping one another..."
"Easy to say, but still so hard to put into practice!"
Although his research project had advanced rapidly in recent days, Li Chen still sighed with heartfelt feeling.
"Why do you say that?" Mei Xuan asked curiously beside him.
Li Chen said, "Do you see those things?"
At that moment, in his laboratory within the mansion in the Inner Valley of the Spirit Peak Blessed Land, an assortment of peculiar insects and other unusual species had appeared, preserved in bottles and jars.
Some looked fierce and grotesque, some were endearingly clumsy and adorably vacant, some harbored deadly poison, while others were gentle and harmless. Each displayed distinct appearances and characteristics.
"These are all creations of the natural world, grown in all manner of environments. They certainly couldn't all be obtained in Guangyun alone."
"Ancient cultivators also needed resources to cultivate and advance. But how could those needs be met? Only through two means: wandering and trade."
Mei Xuan nodded silently. Ancient cultivators roaming the world were so much like today's Demon Hunters and Ruins Seekers. They called it carefree freedom, but in reality, they were like primitive fishing and hunting peoples, acquiring resources in an extremely inefficient way.
Only when market districts arose, allowing travelers to purchase supplies quickly upon reaching a place, did things improve. All manner of cultivation provisions and materials no longer went to those blessed with the right fateful encounter, but to those with money.
The cultivation world had flourished as a result.
Some mythologized that way of life, venerating its contented ease, untainted by a speck of dust or a trace of worldly smoke. Yet asking them to return to the conditions of the ancient cultivation world would be utterly unacceptable to