Of course, the newly issued rules caused those so-called Bright Door Disciples to wail incessantly. After all, the path to immortality had always been elusive, and naturally, their hopes of passing the trials were equally slim.
"I'll go first!"
Among them, there were indeed quite a few who remained oblivious to reality, such as the black-eyed cultivator before them. His steps were slightly unsteady, not solely because he had been woken up by Long Yan in the morning, but also due to the lingering effects of indulgence in excessive wine and revelry.
As time progressed, the cultivators no longer fought with fists alone as they had before. In fact, countless interest-based chains had emerged, with weaker forces attaching themselves to stronger ones. Such dependency gave rise to so-called social rules, resembling the mundane customs of the secular world, far removed from true innovation.
