Jiang Zongheng posed the question.
Among all of Chen Mobai's disciples, his thoughts and considerations were the most profound. He was a rare cultivator who contemplated the fate of ordinary people.
"That would require a different societal system and structure. But even with such changes, whether the cycle can be broken remains uncertain."
Chen Mobai spoke, explaining that the framework of the Immortal Gate, upheld by strict rules, had sustained for over six thousand years—a period of unprecedented stability and prosperity.
Still, he was uncertain whether the Immortal Gate could persist eternally and establish a thousand generations of peace.
"Master, I humbly ask for your guidance."
Jiang Zongheng inquired again.
This time, however, Chen Mobai shook his head, refraining from answering the question.
"It is not yet time."
Chen Mobai's words left Jiang Zongheng deep in thought. Only Qing Nu seemed to grasp his meaning.
