Chapter 4850 — The Road of Giants
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"That's impossible. Pills like the Lightning Mystery Pill are simply too rare. I hear the vast majority of trial-goers don't have one. Since they can't obtain them, in the end they can only force their way through the tribulation—but the risk is enormous. One failure, and the likely outcome is body and spirit both annihilated," Huang Xiaotao shook her head.
"That dangerous?" Wei Zhao was startled. Cultivators who could reach the peak of Nascent Soul perfection were, so to speak, one in ten thousand; for anyone to get that far was extraordinarily hard-won. And yet they had to face such peril—the cruelty of the cultivation world truly was beyond ordinary comprehension.
"Advance or fall back—no one is willing to stop there. But even without a Lightning Mystery Pill to protect the body, as long as one takes proper precautions, the danger to life can actually be avoided when assaulting Mystic Ascension. Failure, however, is unavoidable; the only recourse is to find a way to start over next time. The hardships of it—only they themselves can fathom," Wang Xinyan sighed.
Without a Lightning Mystery Pill, it meant relying solely on one's own strength to withstand the lightning tribulation head-on. And before such heavenly majesty as the tribulation, personal strength, however great, was ultimately insignificant. To scrape through alive by any means at all was sheer luck—and at such a moment, one still wanted to seize the opportunity to assault Mystic Ascension?
It was not absolutely impossible, but it was essentially no different from seeking death. Beneath the lightning tribulation, the slightest lapse of focus was a road to death—let alone an uncontrolled breakthrough assault!
So assaulting Mystic Ascension absolutely required a Lightning Mystery Pill to protect the body; this was already common knowledge acknowledged throughout the cultivation world. And the number of Mystic Ascension experts had always been extremely sparse—barely a tenth the number of Nascent Soul perfection experts. Apart from the inherent difficulty of the assault, the scarcity of the Lightning Mystery Pill was the most crucial factor.
"Yes. In this world, after all, there are more rootless cultivators than anything. They have no deep background, and it is hard for them to possess overwhelming power, so they can only rely on their own efforts, step by step, rule by rule, to break through their realms. Yet having barely endured to Nascent Soul perfection, they are barred at the door by the Lightning Mystery Pill and cannot advance a single step further. This is the tragedy fated to rootless cultivators," Wei Zhao shook his head and sighed.
He himself was a rootless cultivator through and through. Had he not enjoyed so many wondrous strokes of fortune all along, he too would now be facing this near-insoluble predicament. The old saying goes that a single coin can bring a hero low; in today's cultivation world, it is a single Lightning Mystery Pill that brings countless rootless experts low—truly a thing to make one sigh.
Still, there was no helping it. In the cultivation world there was never any fairness to speak of—and on Cloud-Rank Island, where the weak were meat for the strong, it was displayed in its most vivid form.
Facing a pack of cultivators who clamored to defy heaven, for heaven to be so accommodating as to send down the lightning tribulation only on the Road of Giants was already quite benevolent. They still wanted fairness? Fairness, my ass—one bolt of heavenly thunder blasting every heaven-defying bastard to slag, that would be fairness!
Wang Xinyan and Huang Xiaotao exchanged a look of shared feeling and said nothing. Had they not taken the East Sea Divine Nun as their master, they too would be rootless cultivators, with everything left to their own striving—how could they have attained their present strength?
"By the way, since this Road of Giants opens in three months, are you two going to venture in?" Wei Zhao asked instead.