Chapter 694: Qi Xuansus Imagination
Qi Xuansu suddenly recalled the Daoist Order’s original philosophy—the more friends, the better; the fewer enemies, the better.
This was how the Holy Xuan unified the Daoist Order and brought about its revival. All its development to this day has centered around one word—unity. The three Daoist sects must unite, and so must the Three Religions.
Qi Xuansu then inexplicably recalled a saying that what a ruler used to rise would also be what brings their downfall. But he quickly dismissed the thought. That was something for the distant future. Whether that day would ever come, he likely would not live to see it.
He let out a sigh, thinking that he had gone through so much in the past year—Zhang Yuelu’s assassination, the flying ship crash at the Kunlun Pass, the fall of the Yinglong Warship at the shores of Lake Cuowenbu, the major cases at Purple Immortal Mountain, Jiangling Prefecture, and Jinling Prefecture, and now in the Imperial Capital. With Zhang Yuelu’s continued influence, even if Qi Xuansu had a heart of stone, he could not remain truly unmoved.
But to suddenly speak grandly of righteousness and think of the common folk or the future of the Daoist Order felt far too distant. He was, after all, not the Holy Xuan.
The Holy Xuan had grown up immersed in the affairs of the Daoist Order, interacting with sect leaders, regional powers, and even royals. Figures like Zhang Yuelu and Yao Pei were hardly notable to the Holy Xuan. With such an environment, it was only natural that he would have grand ambitions.
On the other hand, Qi Xuansu had grown up around small folk. He was not extraordinarily talented either. After 20 years, all he had achieved by himself was a Kunlun-stage cultivation and a seventh rank. How could he possibly compare?
Qi Xuansu found himself unsure of where to go from here.
He did not look down on himself. Given the current trajectory, as long as he did not die prematurely, becoming a second-rank Taiyi Daoist master was well within reach. This was a long-held goal of his. But after achieving that, would he stop there? Or would he keep going? If he were to continue climbing, what was it that he truly sought?
Qi Xuansu did not even know who his ancestors were, so he could hardly speak of bringing glory to his family name.
But he was not entirely devoted to the greater fate of the world either.