Tai Shang emerged from the mountains, purple qi trailing him for three thousand miles. As though wind and cloud had met once more, a grand age unfolded!
He first visited several thousand intelligent races in the north, persuading them to practice the Transformation Art.
Most of the weaker races, terrified of Tai Shang's power, agreed to practice the Transformation Art.
A small number of stronger races, with powerful beings among their ranks to rely on, were unwilling to practice Tai Shang's art.
As this concerned his own Great Dao, when verbal persuasion proved ineffective, Tai Shang could only resort to physical persuasion.
In truth, compared with the myriad races of the savage wilderness, who would slaughter entire households and exterminate whole races at the slightest provocation, leaving not even flesh or bones behind, Tai Shang's methods were exceedingly mild.
Thus, all the races of the Northern Wasteland began practicing the Transformation Art.
After practicing it, they discovered to their astonishment that Tai Shang had not deceived them. Their cultivation speed in human form was several times faster than normal!
Yet the method for cultivating even faster in human form remained in Tai Shang's hands.
Having tasted the sweetness, the races of the Northern Wasteland began seeking out Tai Shang of their own accord, hoping to obtain the cultivation method.
Tai Shang had always hoped that more living beings would practice his art. This benefited his Great Dao; this was his selfish interest.
But deep within his heart, his greatest aim was to reduce strife in the world.
His White Ape mother, the only one who had loved him, had died in a conflict between tribes. Whenever he recalled this, he fell silent.
By practicing his art, they could change the world little by little.
After all, although his art was