It actually made sense. The waters of the Cultivation World had already settled, and all the benefits and resources had been divided among the Myriad Firmament Continent, the Northern Wilderness Realm, and the rest. Only if the Demon Realm muddied those waters would ordinary cultivators have an opening.
After all, the greatest cultivation resource in the Cultivation World was actually the belongings of dead cultivators.
Looting made you rich (not).
Only then did Chi Yu realize that, despite how long he had been in Divine Path, its backstory had actually only just begun to unfold.
Chi Yu: "..."
He even felt a little wistful.
Because, all told, the male lead of Divine Path was only a little over seven years old right now.
At the beginning of the story, he had already traveled more than half his journey. He probably would not be able to witness all the bloodshed that lay ahead.
Although Chi Yu styled himself as Long Aotian and acted particularly flamboyant and confident, he knew perfectly well where he stood. He had never thought of stealing the male lead Yang Min's spotlight, nor had he ever intended to take the opportunities that originally belonged to Yang Min in the novel.
It was as though he was entertaining himself, finding a way to spread his own happiness amid an impossible mission.
Of course, Chi Yu was confident he could do things well. As long as he wanted to, he could always gain followers-after all, five hundred years ago, there had always been people falling over themselves to become his followers.
But Chi Yu simply had not done so.
If it was not what he himself desired, then there was no need to do anything unnecessary.
At times like this, Chi Yu could not help wondering again: *So why