Primordial Qi

"You're the bastard who stopped me from passing on my teachings, aren't you? What's this—your chosen inheritor doesn't seem like much either?"

The "Origin Star Book" provoked Xuan'er.

"Look at this inheritor of yours. Compared to mine, the gap is enormous! Chosen on the same day, yet the difference is... tsk, tsk... Someone like this will never touch the threshold of attaining the Dao in this lifetime."

In theory, all Heavenly Book inheritors had a chance to attain the Dao.

And in theory, every cultivator had a chance to attain the Dao as well.

Within the long, endless river of time, the branching futures of all living beings were without limit. Amid probabilities as infinitesimal as zhao, jing, gai, and beyond, there would inevitably be one path to attaining the Dao—but ordinary people simply could not walk it.

With a Heavenly Tome Spirit by one's side, the odds of attaining the Dao increased, at the very least tenfold or hundredfold beyond those of others.

Yet subtracting two zeros from that terrifyingly vast base probability still left it far too slim in the face of endless futures of failure.

In the Astral Heavenly Tome's eyes, Feng Yu had no hope of the Great Dao in this life.

"Hmph—my chosen one has no chance? What about you? Has the person you chose ever focused on cultivation? His heart is set on chasing the ancient past and studying civilizations... When did your Three-Star Heaven lineage ever study such things?"

There was a chain of contempt among Heavenly Books.

Aside from the First-Life Heavenly Book, which every Heavenly Book despised, the Heavenly Books that emerged from Three-Star Heaven despised every Heavenly Book other than themselves.

Three-Star Heaven was the creation of the Lord of Ten Thousand Stars, the place where the Dao of the