Lu Yin took a sip of tea. As a species, humans cared about face. In many situations, right or wrong were not what mattered; what mattered was having an excuse. Even a ridiculous or laughable excuse was acceptable, so long as it justified the action.0

In the end, everything still came down to the strong reigning supreme.0

Shui Su’s experience was tragic, but it was certainly not unique. Through merging with the will of the megaverse, Lu Yin had witnessed the lives of countless cultivators in the Tianyuan Megaverse. Many had suffered even more than Shui Su. Everyone had their own unique journey.0

Ordinary people possessed dreams that were impossible for even Immortals to achieve. Cultivators could similarly live lives that other cultivators either envied or pitied.0

Immortals might be able to live eternally, but they needed to resonate with the laws of the cosmos. However, the cosmos did not belong to a single individual, but rather to all beings. If an individual could not resonate with those cosmic laws, then what about two people? Twenty? 20,000? 2 million? 200 million?1

If a single person’s experience was insufficient to comprehend the Immortal realm, then what about 100? 10,000? 1 million? 100 million?1

Lu Yin stared at the tea in his cup. He had cultivated for a very short amount of time. If he followed conventional paths, comprehending Immortality and overcoming...6