Zhang Yang had held back from distributing all the slots out of concern for balance.
Every cultivation system could lead to sagehood and bring changes to a race.
Through neglect in recent years, some cultivation systems had dwindled into minor paths, as though immortal cultivation were the only road beneath heaven.
Whether it was Enlightenment Tea or a Sage Realm slot, the result still depended on individual insight. But as long as the great dao was not misguided and the individual was not too foolish, either could bring tremendous improvement.
Zhang Yang appeared inside an academy in the Mortal Realm. An elderly man was lecturing at the front, while the many disciples below listened attentively.
Some of these disciples genuinely loved the literary path, but many had come to study because they lacked talent for immortal cultivation and could not endure the hardships of the martial path.
As the ancient saying went, "The poor study, the rich practice martial arts."
Brilliant though the sunlight was, there were always places its rays could not reach.
Besides, immortal cultivation demanded four essential elements: methods, companions, wealth, and a suitable place. Not one could be missing, and ordinary people truly struggled to manage them all.
A saying circulated throughout the Three Realms: "Immortals were once mortals; the only fear is that mortal hearts lack resolve."
The road of immortal cultivation was fraught with difficulties. To put it bluntly, even a mere Heavenly Soldier in the Heavenly Court was already the most successful among tens of millions of cultivators.
So although Blue Star had already advanced to a fourth-level civilization, supported by a vast number of subordinate planets, not every mortal could cultivate to a high realm.
Yet humans who left Blue Star were first-rate talents in other fields, even if they failed on