No Threat to Speak Of
"It seems that if the tea tree spirit fails to grasp even one level, its cultivation will likely stagnate."
After hearing Fang Zelin's explanation, Yunzi understood the current situation.
Thinking that the tree demon was now in a state of near inability to cultivate, he shook his head inwardly.
This tea tree spirit has stayed on this mountain for quite some time, but it hasn't been able to learn even a tiny bit of what the fellow cultivators here have to offer.
If the other party could learn even a fraction of that, the current situation would be quite different.
Compared to other fairies, this tea tree fairy's luck can be considered extremely good.
Unfortunately, the other party did not seize the opportunity to cultivate here.
According to that fellow Daoist, the tea tree demon should be sent down the mountain.
"Gentlemen, now that we've arrived, let's talk about our destiny."
The tea tree spirit incident was just a minor episode.
The other party is of poor character, yet Fellow Daoist Fang still wishes to offer him some guidance.
If the other party can't grasp it, then it has nothing to do with them.
After that, just escort them down the mountain.
At this moment, what they care about most is the fate of cultivators.
This matter is extremely important to them.
After the Human Race Karmic Fortune was stolen, these cultivators knew best what the Human Race's situation was like.
Now it's their turn to be above their heads. Even if they haven't seen it before, they can imagine it if they think about it carefully.
What will happen to you once your luck is stolen?
Presumably, by that time, these cultivators will gradually disappear, their respective lineages severed.
And we'll have to live in hiding from those Devil Race!
As the saying goes, prosperity is followed by decline.
If cultivators decline, the Devil Race who have stolen their fortune will naturally rise to power.
When that time truly comes, even the Human Race may not be able to escape this calamity.
"Regarding this matter, do any of you fellow Daoists know anything about it?"
Daoist Master Fuqing brought up this matter, he immediately became serious and inquired.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin stopped his whispered conversation with Yunzi and turned serious.
He came to these mountains because he wanted to learn more about the fortune of cultivators.
"Regarding this matter, when I returned, I was already searching for some ancient books, and I did find a few words of introduction in one of them."
Upon hearing this, one of the fellow Daoists immediately stood up.
A flash of light appeared in the other person's hand, and an ancient book appeared in their palm.
The other party placed the ancient book in front of them so that the fellow Daoists could see it clearly before turning the pages.
"The book contains only a few words about the fate of cultivators, and while reading this ancient text, I have discovered some clues."
"A long time ago, cultivators, if not everywhere, were at least numerous, with many sects and a multitude of immortal cranes and beasts in various places."
"But nowadays, the number of cultivators has drastically decreased, and it's rare to see any celestial beasts anymore."
The fellow cultivator before me spoke with a hint of melancholy, "While it's true that the number of cultivators is extremely small because we are very strict in our selection of disciples, as you all should know."
"Our cultivation was extremely difficult; otherwise, how could the Daoist Sect have fallen into such decline?"
Upon hearing this, the cultivators exchanged glances and then nodded.
They were all aware of this matter, of course.
Even they themselves often sigh at how difficult it is to cultivate oneself.
Some of the disciples are of good character.
However, in matters of spiritual cultivation, many waste their entire lives and never even enter the Seeking Dao Mountain.
They themselves personally saw off many of their disciples.
As these disciples approached their end, they all looked on with regret, feeling that they had not been able to enter the Seeking Dao Mountain even once.
"According to what you're saying, our fortune has already been stolen?"
Yunzi frowned.
She wasn't stupid. Hearing what the other person said, and considering her own current path of cultivation, how could she not understand what they were saying?
The cultivator who spoke nodded slightly, then handed over the book in his hand, gesturing for his fellow cultivators to look at it with confidence.
He was basically certain that the cultivators' fortune had been stolen.
Otherwise, in the past there were many sects, and even the mortal world knew that there were quite a few immortal sects.
Why is it that nowadays, people know nothing about these things?
It's because the number of cultivators has decreased, and cultivation is not easy.
To make their cultivation easier and to avoid frequent disturbances, they all secluded themselves in the mountains to cultivate.
If cultivation were easy, they would probably open their mountain gates, allowing ordinary people to come and seek some fortuitous opportunity.
If they are fortunate enough, they may be able to take in some disciples.
Unfortunately, this is just a thought for now.
The book was passed from hand to hand, and everyone read it once, memorizing it thoroughly before closing their eyes and falling into deep thought, seemingly because they had grasped some of the content.
They all seemed somewhat State of Mind when they were called.
After a short while, the books were passed to Fang Zelin and the other man.
Fang Zelin opened the book and sat down next to Yunzi to read it.
After Fang Zelin read the contents clearly, his brows furrowed involuntarily.
The ancient books contain very little information, just a few words.
However, when all these elements are combined, they make one frown.
The content is also extremely simple.
It is said that every two or three hundred years in the human world, there will be a great calamity, all of which are predetermined.
If one can survive this calamity, one will naturally be able to enjoy peace and tranquility.
Everything has its rise and fall, and this is all within the bounds of destiny.
Going back to their generation, the path of cultivation was also very popular for a time.
However, later on, the cultivation world declined, and now cultivation is even more difficult.
Countless fellow cultivators, limited by their lifespan, ultimately had no choice but to ascend to immortality.
If the records in this book are accurate...
Indeed, based on this, it can be deduced that their cultivation world's fortune was indeed stolen.
This time, Devil Race have come again to secretly seize the fortune.
It must have been one of the Devil Race who did this in the past.
It's probably impossible for them to be members of the Demon Race.
After all, if the other party had stolen it, the Demon Race wouldn't be in such a helpless state as it is now.
During their usual spiritual practice, they often appear confused and ignorant, finding it difficult to gain wisdom and transform into human form.
Compared to cultivators, it seemed several times more difficult.
Upon realizing this, Fang Zelin's heart stirred slightly.
At that moment, however, he was thinking of a difficulty.