“Everything in this world grows through competition.”
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.
“The path of spiritual practice is like rowing a boat against the current; if you don’t advance, you will retreat.”
"Growth comes from having enemies to overcome."
Ye Chen's plain words seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, echoing throughout the mountain gate square and shaking everyone's hearts.
The disciples of Cangyue Sword Sect and Biluo Sect looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.
They had no idea what Ye Chen meant by this.
However, Feng Xuanyin, Yue Yunxuan, and several Nascent Soul Realm masters from both sides were shaken violently as if struck by lightning.
They frowned and fell into deep thought.
After a moment, these people showed a look of sudden enlightenment on their faces almost at the same time.
"Thank you for your teachings, Senior! We... understand!"
They bowed deeply to Ye Chen at the same time, their tone full of admiration.
They understood Ye Chen’s true intention.
Monks need to constantly fight and compete to go higher.
Once there is no opponent to compete with it, it will become like a stagnant pool of water, gradually losing the motivation to move forward.
The disciples will be content with the status quo, no longer feel a sense of urgency, and no longer work so hard to practice.
Over time, the strength of the entire sect will stagnate, and even each generation will be weaker than the previous one, eventually leading to decline.
Only with competition can you continue to grow.
Without competition, you will become mediocre and not far from destruction.
Feng Xuanyin lowered his head, his old face flushed red with shame.
What Senior Ye Chen said was reasonable and every word was precious.
It was just that I was blinded by the so-called ambition to dominate, which led me to lose my mind and commit such a heinous mistake.
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