Celestial Immortals battle fiercely, and with a single strike, shockwaves can ripple through a hundred-mile radius. A fight often leaves a thousand miles of land in ruins.

Such is the case with Zilan State, where the population has sharply reduced, allowing numerous cultivators to flock in, each with their own agendas.

The Black Mountain Crow transformed into a small raven, flapping its wings as it flew out from Crow Mountain, squawking loudly, quickly spotting its target.

The target was a barefooted, long-haired girl, appearing extremely ethereal and pure, her eyes as beautiful as the infinite starry sky.

"This little nun wanders here every day, needs a good lesson to prevent her from targeting Crow Mountain," the Black Mountain Crow contemplated how to tease her.

As for that young man beside Su Xiaowei, he seemed quite ordinary, probably a commoner, easily kicked away.

"Why did you come down the mountain?"

Wang Xuan squatted on a rock, gazing at the setting sun, feeling it was like his spirit, gradually worn and dusty, yet ready to rise again with renewed vigor.

Su Xiaowei lowered her head, "Bitter cultivation is uninteresting, and the people below need me."

She noticed beside an abandoned ancient house, a dried-up old tree. If this tree had a spirit, it would certainly be contemplating its life and death.

"On the mountain, you transcend oneself; below, you help others, each attaining something. As long as your heart delights in it, there’s no fear of hardship."

Wang Xuan could see through the soil, the old tree completely dead. With a touch of his hand, the tree decayed into soil, and the seeds in the ground sprouted, one sapling after another emerged.

"Life and death are cycles of the world. Do not trouble yourself over someone’s death when suffering people would merely continue suffering without end.

New life grows more vigorously under the nourishment of old life, much like the care from elders and loved ones."

Su Xiaowei nodded, "Though the world has its order, there’s also injustice and disaster, people born with severe ailments, struggling in poverty, suffering from natural and man-made calamities.

Witnessing their hardships, my heart aches, believing good people should be rewarded and bad people should face consequences, shouldn’t they?"

"You are correct. Your compassion makes me proud and comforting," Wang Xuan said with a smile.

Good people face lifetimes of hardships and voluntarily take on more responsibilities, resulting in more suffering and exhaustion. Their hearts may be pure, yet endure torment due to their mistakes.

Thus, good people need redemption and help more than anything.

Su Xiaowei was delighted that Wang Xuan understood her. It was a great recognition.

"Brother Wang, with so many Great Powers within Earth Civilization, and countless immortals, why can’t they create a Paradise World?

I see many cultivators striving to transcend themselves, yet lack the compassion to save others, leaving me puzzled."

Wang Xuan shook his head, "Celestial Immortals and True Immortals are indeed strong in the eyes of ordinary people, but relatively speaking, they face as many tribulations.

People need to transcend themselves, they do as well. Everyone strives for a better life and relies on their efforts.

What’s the difference between Heaven-Filling Immortal Saints and ordinary people?

A Paradise World? Humans are full of emotions and desires, insatiable by nature. The ugly side of humanity prevents Paradise World from ever coming true.

The Paradise in Buddhist Scriptures refers to the Buddha’s Paradise, not the paradise of all beings; what Buddha grants them does not really belong to them.

Your thinking isn’t wrong, though. Even when faced with countless tribulations, a strong person can pull a single hair to save thousands upon thousands."

"I know the Earth Immortals have done a lot, but they have the ability to do more, don’t they?" Su Xiaowei’s bright eyes were filled with questions.

Wang Xuan laughed heartily, "Silly girl, you’ve somewhat hit a roadblock.

People doing kind deeds, according to the Buddhist Sect, accumulate merit, it’s a virtue to be praised.

Those doing evil deeds need condemnation and legal punishment.

But the domain between the two is unimaginably wide.

It’s unreasonable to condemn someone for not doing good deeds or doing insufficiently; there is no such basis.

Everyone is an independent individual, living their own lives. Why should they bear others’ burdens? The law only punishes criminals, never heard of executing those who’ve done no good deeds.

While morality is generally beneficial, it can become a restrictive shackle, even a weapon for killing. "Moral killing" is an act of vile lowlifes.

Do not trouble yourself over your inability to do better.

Like the dead tree, coming a few months earlier might have saved it, but its death is not your fault.

The suffering that falls upon it belongs to itself, and need not forcibly involve oneself."

Wang Xuan heard Su Xiaowei experienced years down the mountain; naturally, many insights were self-realized, some thoughts quite immature are normal.

After all, she’s still very young.

But a Bodhi heart shines enough to overshadow any deficiency.

"Did I do wrong, then?" Su Xiaowei eagerly awaited an answer.

"You’ve helped so many people, becoming known as the Female Bodhisattva, surely you haven’t erred," Wang Xuan affirmed, "But you must aid people naturally and let go afterward. Neither expect those you’ve helped to be better in the future nor worry they might turn worse."

Su Xiaowei comprehended knowledge-wise, but emotionally, she was still partly confused.

"The path you’re on is primitive, arduous, but is indeed the most solid. Nonetheless, never give up transcending yourself; only by strengthening oneself can one assist more people.

Eventually, you’ll prove your path by power, also by merit, achieving supreme enlightenment."

"By then, regardless of what you say, many Buddhist Sect Great Powers will follow and practice. That’ll be far more effective than you alone relieving suffering," Wang Xuan said.

Wang Xuan could provide advice for Su Xiaowei’s journey, certainly equipped with high wisdom to discern future’s unknowns.

Engaged in questions and answers, occasionally accompanied by Wang Xuan’s hearty laugh and Su Xiaowei’s rare tinkling bell-like gentle laughter.

Wherever Wang Xuan went, plants revived in vitality, turning the birdless and sterile lands of Crow Mountain into an Immortal Realm.

His power was too mighty.

Su Xiaowei felt immense envy, not for Wang Xuan’s cultivation level, but for having the ability to save countless beings.

Those with bodily injuries and illnesses, with her capability, rescuing two to three hundred a day is already decent, considering ordinary people’s recovery requires time.

But Wang Xuan’s Path of Creation truly harnesses the world’s wonders. Not mentioning serious illnesses or disabilities, even exhausted lifespans could rejuvenate.

She witnessed Wang Xuan with a mere gesture transform an elderly over seventy but resembling ninety into appearing forty or fifty, vibrant blood and spirit abundant.

Truly miraculous.

"Is it really amazing?" Wang Xuan asked.

"Brother Wang, if you walked the mortal world, your merits would be immeasurable," Su Xiaowei’s emotions surged.

"The kind deeds I’ve casually done suffice to earn a Bodhisattva Fruit Position, but the countless beings I’ve slaughtered would count in the millions, earning the title of Killing God.

I care little about these matters.

I perform good deeds by choice and for my kin, similarly I enact slaughter for their protection, and future self-preservation.

I’m not as boundlessly meritorious as you think; all I care about is you and myself," Wang Xuan casually shattered a large stone, then effortlessly rejuvenated a field.

Some may become Kings, others Knights, Taoist Ancestors, Buddhas, Saints and Sages.

What Wang Xuan achieves is great freedom and ease, incidentally ensuring his kin’s perpetual existence alongside.

In the distance, the little raven’s squawking had long disappeared, as the Upper Rank Celestial Demon retreated hastily back to Crow Mountain.

Seemingly ordinary, this person possessed such boundless magical power; better flee quickly with belongings.

But upon returning to its cave, the whole Crow Mountain rose from the ground. Peaks hundreds of meters high floated in the air, astounding many below to prostrate.

"Little Raven Spirit, plead guilty and submit." Wang Xuan clenched his hand, causing the elevated peak to compress and shrink.

A dozen breaths later, the peak’s size was only one percent of its original, its soil and stones transformed under magical power into a cube-shaped prison, entrapping the one zhang high Raven Spirit.

(Death is impossible, it must wait until caring for parents is done, treasures are intact, continuity of heritage ensured.)