148: Chapter 148 Why Cultivate?

For a moment, everyone's expressions varied.

Some frowned, some sneered, and others realized in an instant that this was not a simple Q&A, but a kind of martial arts screening that would truly affect the path ahead.

Lin Mo stood in the crowd, not moving immediately.

He looked up at the Wenwu Bone Platforms, his gaze very calm.

He could feel that what emerged from those stone platforms was not pressure, but a deeper level of scrutiny.

It was as if a pair of eyes that had been asleep for a long time were watching every person who stepped in here, separated by endless years.

"You must answer clearly before you are qualified to go up?" Azerbaijani own frowned, then sneered, "Interesting."

Zhou Jingyue gripped his sword, his brows slightly furrowed, clearly also contemplating the true meaning of this trial.

Shen Zhihan had already begun to observe the patterns on the stone platform, as if she were rapidly deducing the rules.

And more people were already impatiently walking forward.

The first to step onto the Wenwu Bone Platform was a young Awakener.

His expression was tense, and the moment he stood on the stone platform, the stone patterns under his feet lit up slightly.

Immediately after, that ancient voice sounded again.

"Why do you cultivate?"

The rogue cultivator was stunned, then subconsciously replied, "To become stronger."

As soon as the words were spoken, the stone platform did not immediately let him pass.

That wisp of ancient martial intent just hung there quietly, without responding.

The rogue cultivator's expression changed slightly, and he added another sentence, "To... not be bullied, to survive."

This time, the gray-white patterns on the stone platform trembled slightly and slowly parted to the sides.

The rogue cultivator was stunned at first, then he seemed to suddenly understand something, standing there in silence for a moment.

"So that's how it is..."

He looked down at his palm, as if he were seeing the faint but real power within his body for the first time.

"I cultivate, not just to win."

"It is to control my own destiny, to be able to survive, and to protect the people I want to protect."

The moment his voice fell, a faint light suddenly lit up in his palm.

The fire was not intense, but extremely stable, as if it had grown out of his own flesh and blood.

Many people around were immediately startled.

"What's going on? He seemed to have had an epiphany just now?"

"An epiphany so quickly?"

"Look at the flame in his palm, he seems to be able to use the power of his trait!"

"Could it be that by understanding one's own martial path, one can use the power of traits and techniques?"

The rogue cultivator took a deep breath, a flash of wild joy appearing in his eyes.

He finally understood that the Wenwu on this level was not about giving a standard answer, but about forcing you to see the root of your cultivation clearly.

If you cannot even explain why you practice martial arts, you will not be able to walk the path ahead steadily.

And once you have an epiphany, the power sealed within your body will gradually awaken in a new way.

It is not a full recovery.

It is about first retrieving a part of your own power from your instincts.

This scene was like a spark, instantly igniting the crowd.

The second, third, and fourth people to step onto the Wenwu Bone Platform began to receive questions one after another.

"Why do you cultivate?"

"For power."

"What do you seek?"

"So that I will not be trampled underfoot by others."

"What price can you bear?"

"I don't know."

When saying the last sentence, the person's face turned pale, and the martial intent on the stone platform tightened, directly shaking him back several steps, causing him to stumble and fall down.

There were also people who couldn't answer for a long time and were pressed by the stone platform until they had difficulty breathing.

Some people, despite not being weak in strength, remained silent for a long time before this question, and in the end, still shook their heads.

"I... I don't know."

The next moment, the stone platform vibrated slightly, the martial intent dispersed, indicating failure.

Some people in the crowd gasped.

This Wenwu Bone Platform was actually screening people.

It wasn't about who had the higher realm, but who could pass.

It was about who truly understood why they were cultivating, and who was qualified to continue moving forward.

Soon, people began to have epiphanies one after another.

Some people's power was very simple, with only a single trait or one or two basic skills, so they were the first to understand, the first to regain their instincts, and the first to be able to continue forward.

Their power was not strong, but because it was simple, it was clear.

The simpler it was, the easier it was to have an epiphany.

The more complex it was, the harder it was to master.

This led to a very distinct situation—

Those passersby who were originally the weakest in strength were actually the first to find their own path.

They were the first to step onto the Wenwu Bone Platform, the first to answer the questions, the first to recover part of their power, and even the first to start climbing the bone steps.

For a time, the group that was originally weaker had actually taken the lead.

Azerbaijani own saw this scene, and his expression was somewhat ugly.

"These guys, actually running so fast?"

He cursed under his breath, but still quickly stepped onto his first Wenwu Stone Platform.

"Why do you cultivate?" The ancient voice sounded again.

Azerbaijani own hardly thought about it.

"To become the strongest."

He said it extremely directly.

"To beat down the people standing in front of me, one by one."

"To let everything that blocks my way know that I am not to be trifled with."

"To... not lose."

As his voice fell, the martial intent on the stone platform paused for a moment.

Immediately, the gray-white patterns spread to the sides.

The fighting spirit in Azerbaijani own's eyes immediately grew stronger.

"Sure enough, the more direct, the better."

He clenched his fist, and a faint sword intent faintly appeared in his palm.

Although it was still very weak, it was no longer in a state of complete silence.

He had an epiphany very quickly.

Because his martial path was simple, direct, and sharp.

After the Wenwu, Azerbaijani own immediately started rushing upwards.

Soon, he went from being behind at the beginning to overtaking the rogue cultivators in front.

Zhou Jingyue's Wenwu was also completed very quickly.

"Why do you practice martial arts?"

"To protect."

"Protect what?"

"Protect the path in my heart, protect the sword in my hand, and also protect the people I want to protect."

The stone platform was silent for a moment, then slowly let him pass.

Zhou Jingyue's eyes narrowed slightly, then he took a step forward.

His sword intent had not fully recovered, but it had already begun to slowly circulate within his body.