Reborn Into the Cultivation World, I Became Number One

The Heavenly Dao took shape before her, a vast, faceless shadow. “What do you want?” She raised her head, her gaze blazing. “I want you to step down.” The shadow of the Heavenly Dao trembled. “Why?” “Because you are heartless,” she said. “You sit high above, viewing all living beings as ants. You make the rules without ever asking whether anyone wants them. You let talent decide everything and birth determine fate. You trap countless people in endless cycles of reincarnation, struggling in misery, and never give them the slightest hope.” “You… want to replace me?” “No.” She smiled, her expression both defiant and compassionate. “I want you to become the Dao of all living beings. I want a world without heavenly decrees, without destiny, without unbreakable rules. I want every living thing to reach immortality in its own way.” She reached out, a tiny glimmer gathering in her palm. It was the fruit of a thousand years of cultivation, the embodiment of every obsession she had ever held. “With the knowledge to encompass the universe, one still cherishes the green of every blade of grass,” she said softly. “I see the heavens and the earth, and I see all living beings. I seek immortality, and I seek immortality for all.” She gently pushed the glimmer away. The shadow of the Heavenly Dao shattered, turning into countless streams of light that scattered across the mortal world. At that moment, every cultivator in the world, no matter their cultivation level or the quality of their spiritual roots, felt a weight lift from their hearts, as though some invisible shackle had quietly fallen away. “From this day forth, only the thoughts that remain shall endure forever.”