My Informative Cultivation Life

"You are the Ancestor of Myriad Evils, yet you claim you are not wicked," Chu Gang said firmly.

"Who is the wicked one, and who is the good one? Only naive children think that the world has a clear divide between good and evil. Human nature is complex. There are neither truly good people nor truly wicked people in this world, only individual stances!"

"You are the Ancestral Fiend, and our stances are different from yours!" Chu Gang raised his voice.

"Oh? How do you conclude that our stances are different? Have you understood my past? Do you know everything about my life? Why are you so certain? Just because I am the Ancestral Fiend?"

"You once brought chaos to the masses and attacked the Celestial Court, which goes against our stance!" Chu Gang declared righteously.

"Heh? The Celestial Court? The Immortal Kings within are but a bunch of hypocrites, wielding power in the Immortal Realm at their pleasure, sanctimonious, suppressing those who are different.

The Three Thousand Grand Daos have no inherent distinction between right and wrong, yet they draw borders between good and evil, creating opposing ideologies, disturbing the pure hearts of people in their cultivation. If given another chance, I would still ascend to the Celestial Court, crushing them!" A sinister, aged voice laughed coldly.

Suddenly, there was a light sigh, filled with endless desolation, endless sorrow, endless bleakness, "When the path of cultivation began, were there so many disputes? Everyone would sit and discuss the Dao, dedicate themselves to cultivation, and establish countless Great Dao civilizations. How glorious were those years?"

"It was not until the appearance of the Celestial Court that desires and greed were amplified, gradually turning the pursuit of cultivation dark and violent. Everything has changed."

"Young friend, let me give you a piece of advice: after you ascend to the Immortal Realm, do not join the Celestial Court at any cost," advised the Rotten Wooden Box to Yang Ji.

"Once you enter the Celestial Court, deep like the sea, once you are involved with this karma, you will never be able to extricate yourself, forever manipulated and controlled by the Celestial Court," the Rotten Wooden Box said to Yang Ji.

"Hmm! I will seriously consider your opinion," Yang Ji, through the Golden Finger, found that the other was not lying; perhaps, it was his heartfelt words from his own perspective.

Of course, Yang Ji was not someone to be easily deceived.

Right and wrong, he had his own judgment.

All good and bad, one had to experience it themselves to know.

For now, at least the Rotten Wooden Box was up to no good, and Yang Ji did not look upon him with kindness.

"Young friend, release me, and I will bring you endless opportunities!" the Rotten Wooden Box said sinfully.

"Oh? What sort of opportunities? Go ahead and let me hear them," Yang Ji's expression shifted as he spoke.

"I am the supreme Ancestral Fiend. I can impart the entirety of the Evil Ancestor True Scripture I created to you, granting you immortality and making you an immortal Immortal King," the Rotten Wooden Box said with an enticing, bewitching voice.

"Ancestral Fiend? You are not even the Ancestral Fiend! You are merely a disciple of the Ancestral Fiend!" Yang Ji suddenly laughed, revealing his ruse in one fell swoop.

"What?" The being within the Rotten Wooden Box shook inwardly, disbelievingly glancing at Yang Ji. At this moment, looking at Yang Ji's indifferent smile, he eerily felt as though he was exposed, as if he had no secrets at all, which was utterly absurd.

"How could this child see through my facade? This child..." he was extremely shocked in his heart.

Although he was not the Ancestral Fiend, he was a disciple of the Ancestral Fiend, which also made him half an Ancestral Fiend.

He had lived for countless eons, was calm in thought, and instantly regained his composure. Changing his approach, he openly laid out his cards and transmitted his voice, "Young friend, I admire your insight, truly admirable!"

"You are a true dragon among men, a celestial seed upon the earth. Once you ascend to the Immortal Realm, it will be as if a dragon enters the sea, with boundless potential."

"Now that you have seen through me, it would appear clumsy to attempt to bewitch you further."

"Let's be frank and strike a straightforward deal, shall we?"

"As long as you can set me free, you will not lack opportunities. I truly possess the Evil Ancestor True Scripture, and I also know of many treasuries across the Myriad Realms. I will take you there so you can receive endless fortunes," the Rotten Wooden Box tempted.

"You..." Yang Ji smiled, about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed.

He abruptly looked up as an enormous stone bridge tore through the void above his head, bringing with it endless oppressive force and pressing down fiercely.

Under the intense suppression, time and space were collapsing, and the eighteen rays of Holy Light from his Primordial Spirit trembled.

"The Bridge of Life and Death! Mo Wudao!" Yang Ji's expression changed as he let out a low roar, and his world projection fiercely defended against it, attempting to stop the sudden attack.

But!

With a loud bang,

The world projection lasted only for a breath before shattering.

The Bridge of Life and Death struck down.

In an instant, Yang Ji's body cracked, then exploded into fragments like porcelain.

Blood sprayed everywhere!

"Brother!" the others cried out in shock, each drawing their Magical Treasures, wanting to rush forward to shield him from the harm.

"I'm fine! Don't come over!" The scattered flesh and blood quickly reassembled, and Yang Ji reformed unharmed.

"Hm? Immortal Body?" A cold, surprised voice came from the Bridge of Life and Death.

Then, the Bridge of Life and Death struck down again like lightning.

The newly reformed Yang Ji, defenseless, was once again reduced to a mist of blood, and then reassembled.

After being attacked back and forth five times, with Yang Ji quickly reassembling each time, his vitality proved to be terrifyingly strong.

Perhaps Mo Wudao realized that such attacks could not kill Yang Ji, for the Bridge of Life and Death no longer fell but flew away into the void.

However, just as the Bridge of Life and Death was tearing through the void, about to disappear, a voice filled with supreme authority and coldness came down: