Wuxie Scholar paused, then said coldly, "The Immortal Race, the Devil Race, and the other races won't let us of the Ancient Human Race scrape by like this forever. It's not as though our Earth Realm hasn't suffered invasions from other races over the years. As long as the restriction remains sealed, we're just sitting here waiting to die. Where's the real hope in that?"
"How many years can this eternal restriction keep the Ancient Human Race alive? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? Does that mean anything?"
"We cultivators seek the path to immortality, not some grand racial cause. If I die, what does it matter to me how many more years the Ancient Human Race can survive?"
At this point, Wuxie Scholar swept his gaze over Ye Han, Teacher Lan Qing, and Saint As. "I began cultivating at two, reached Foundation Establishment at eighteen, formed my core at a hundred, attained Nascent Soul at three hundred, and reached Spirit Transformation at nine hundred. Now I'm over twenty-four hundred years old, and I've had enough of cultivating without being able to advance another step!"
Listening to Wuxie Scholar, Ye Han understood that cultivators were no saviors, nor did they exist for some grand racial cause. Challenging the heavens, defying their will, and seeking eternal life-those were the true reasons for a cultivator's existence. Practicing immortal arts was inherently selfish.
Assigning their existence some lofty significance was merely a way to dress up their hidden motives.
This probably wasn't just Wuxie Scholar's opinion.
Sure enough, before Ye Han could speak, Teacher Lan Qing scoffed as well. "Don't assume the ancestors of the Ancient Human Race truly sacrificed their own cultivation to preserve our bloodline. That's merely one account passed down from those days. I believe our enemies may have simply been