Even with Ethan's prodigious talent, he was far from invincible.
In the path of a cultivator, victories and defeats were part of the journey. There was no shame in comparing winners and losers, but the true test was the stability of one's heart and spirit.
There was no need to prove oneself better than others in every facet. Human desires were insatiable, an endless march toward a horizon that forever receded.
After winning one battle, the thirst for the next victory surged.
After accruing a hundred spiritual stones, the greed grew to a thousand more, then ten thousand.
It echoed the ancient saying: one who treads against the wind while holding a torch risks burning their own hands.
Therefore, to master cultivation and oneself, one must reign in such desires, lest they spiral out of control and consume their soul.
Seraphina sighed, settling into a cross-legged meditation, her gaze fixed on the lingering sword intent shimmering in the distance.
