Chapter 345
The setting of limits had driven the former Tai Gods into the shadows. Consequently, the Evil Weapons and Insect Canons of the former Mistborn simply vanished without a trace.
Nowadays, only the Blood Ancestors and their Blood Hearts remained, still capable of dominating a region in small groups without effort.
The world had changed drastically, and all things had been forced into balance. Even the lifespans of living beings were equally truncated.
It was no exaggeration to say that the setting of limits was the chief culprit behind it all.
Although Lin Hui worked tirelessly—wielding the Liangyi Divine Sword to extend the lifespans of those around him greatly—they were inevitably caught in the sweep of change. Had it not been for the setting of limits, Li Yuanyuan would not have withered to dust; Xiaoxiao might not have been ravaged by Corruption; and his master and father might have held on far longer.
Lin Hui had never received an answer, yet in truth, he already knew it in his heart.
The setting of limits had merely accelerated the inevitable. Even without it, these tragedies would have come to pass sooner or later. Innate talent varied from person to person, as did the depth of one's comprehension; cultivation inevitably produced unequal lifespans.
The old saying—when a man attains the Dao, even his poultry and dogs ascend to heaven—applied only to the lower realms. Practitioners at the middle and high tiers of martial arts could no longer be carried upward by resources and instruction alone.
This was the precise meaning of the saying: life and death are determined by fate.