Shen Xuan was deeply contemplative.
The grand image of those in power is merely a disguise for others to see.
As long as one's strength is formidable, no matter the action, there will be scholars to justify it.
Weakness is a sin.
Whatever the strong do is deemed right.
This is the essence of the Cultivation Realm's order.
The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest.
This most aligns with the Heavenly Dao Rules.
For the countless laboring at the bottom, countless generations remain beasts of burden.
Only a very few, under the blessing of fortune, can break through and rise above.
For these fortunate ones, what plays a decisive role is still luck.
Not the so-called talent.
Having talent only makes a beast of burden a better one.
It can never evolve into a lion or tiger.
Those bottom-level loose cultivators who fancy themselves somewhat talented mostly end up as cannon fodder.
Some never understand, even at their death, that this was their predestined fate.
