If fundamental changes were not made, the blooming flowers would remain nothing but delicate greenhouse playthings, devoid of the wild fragrance.
Humans, too, were animals, inherently possessing passion and wild instincts. How could one truly sever their fangs and claws?
The Water Ghost remained silent.
He knew this was the answer he sought, the original aspiration of his cultivation.
And now, through a conversation between Xu Xiaoshou and Bazhun'an, his answer was revealed.
"Is this the Struggle for the Great Path?" Gazing at the wounds scattered across Abyss Island evoked a mix of emotions in Xu Xiaoshou.
Bones and corpses sprawled across the land; nations shattered...
The echoes of resentful spirits and unfulfilled regrets wove into a mournful wind, while the weak and self-deprecating turned into bitter fruits...
Gods fought among themselves, and mortals suffered.
