The Heavens were fair.
It was a fact all cultivators spoke on but few truly accepted. The problem was how most living beings defined fair.
Fair meant that all should be equally able to progress or should have the same opportunities offered to them simply by the virtue of being a cultivator. There were endless armies of young masters that believed fair only applied to them and no other.
When death came for them, they screamed quite often about it being unfair.
They were not alone when it came to death or being stuck at a cultivation realm. If the Heavens were fair, why were they not able to be like the genius disciple or the unprecedented spirit blessed person that sailed through cultivation realms as easily as one walked?
It was often invoked when any of the cultivators asked why they struggled but even the old masters shared the frustration of their followers.
It was a very small minority that understood what it actually meant.
