Though the wood was spent, the flame lived on, life renewing without end!
Lin Ke sighed inwardly.
This was an old man who loved this land.
From Hua Wujiang's few words alone, he could understand that old man's heart.
How had the sect's legacy survived to this day?
Viewed through the lens of his previous life, it all came down to personal gain.
But how did the people of this world see it?
Perhaps, in the eyes of Hua Wujiang and the others, preserving that legacy and protecting the sect's prodigies really were worth sacrificing their lives for.
After all, to Lin Ke, sacrificing a mighty Fusion Stage cultivator for even fifty thousand Dao Foundation Stage cultivators, let alone five hundred, was not worth it.
Yet, put another way, without a Fusion Stage cultivator sacrificing himself for those five hundred Dao Foundation Stage cultivators, perhaps none of them would ever grow into a new Fusion Stage cultivator.
That was what it meant for the wood to be spent while the flame lived on.
The firewood could burn to ash, but its flame had to be passed on.
"The reason I'm telling you all this..." Hua Wujiang withdrew his gaze from the endless candles around them and looked at Lin Ke.
"Is that if you encounter danger, trouble you can't deal with, or a problem you can't solve, you can always ask your elders in the sect."
"Old fellows like us no longer chase breakthroughs day after day like Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators. Once you reach the Fusion Stage, breakthroughs no longer depend on root nature, but on temperament and comprehension."
"In places you aren't aware of, we've been watching you grow."
At this point, Hua Wujiang gave a dry cough. "Ahem. Well, of course, your Green Mulberry Garden