Cheng Juangou was just a mortal when he was born, a child born in an ordinary family. During his life he manifested his roots, he awoke his bloodline and formed his constitution. He rose from Lowly Earth to the High Heavens, from an ordinary disciple of low Mortal Step Sect, to Supreme Ancestor of a whole realm.  

But, he never forgot his mortal roots and lessons he learned why climbing, so unbeknownst to many he didn’t wait until death was breathing down his neck to establish his inheritance. Even though it was already established through his Dao, his lineage, and through his disciples and his disciple’s disciples

Any inheritances outside of that would pollute it, and bring trouble on the ones following in his path, mudding the seniority and clarity of it with outside influences.  

It is sufficient to say that those people didn’t know him very well.

Chen Juangou, didn’t leave his inheritance in hidden realms or high heaven, he didn’t leave it for mighty cultivators to find and explore, he didn’t leave it as a trap for the unaware. Even though he himself is a supreme being, he didn’t seek disciples, pawns or successors. He sought to educate those unfortunate mortals who, like him, were unaware of the cultivation world. To give them knowledge to survive a day more, to explain to them seniority and juniority of the sects and complex political landscape of it. 

Inheritances are a way of passing down a will for the cultivators, in it may be just one technique, or countless riches and treasures. It may contain the last words and wishes of the cultivator, or it may curse the finder to death. They are multifold and complex as are cultivators and their cultures, some even may seek to possess the bodies of would-be inheritors.

His wasn’t like that, it was useless to cultivators of clans and houses, for those who knew of and about cultivators, those who were born with a spirit stone in the palm of their hand. This was for the mortals who lived mortal lives, and suffered mortal ways. It is a Art, an art meant to understand complex sect dynamics. 

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Cultivator clans would think little of it, for even at a high level it would explain things that a kid that was born in a cultivation world would naturally understand. 

Yes, someone born in the cultivation world would, but no matter the age, to the mortal it would make no sense, and that art is meant for them. 

Even though Enos passed he still remembered his first days in the sect with clarity, the strange customs and many faced rules. And even stranger people, who would take spitting and farting as a deadly offence, but had no problem cutting someone bowles out, consuming their core and taking the head as a trophy. Who could drink tea for hours complementing the cloudless sky, but would only consume pills as a way of substance for days while they sat there.

The land of cultivation is as different from the mortal's standpoint as the life of a fish. There is no comparison really, and many mortals died simply because they were unaware of rules and customs. Immortals aren’t karma-less, even if they had their reasons they would explain them and expect them to be understood and comprehend.

But explaining the rules and understanding them is another thing when culture is not understood, when the customs are strange and when the rituals are mysterious.  Even in the mortal world the rules aren’t clear and words cut deep, in immortal lands who raise their very selves to the heavens, the words can make one die. So these cultivators guard themselves with numerous rules, rituals and customs to protect themselves and others. 

For someone to break them, they would need to break themselves first. These rules have become a part of their being, a part of who they are, a part of their cultivation. 

But, if the outsider were to come and taunt them, it would break the balance of the immortal lands. It would be a slight. So the immortals don’t come after you for the slights you have committed in their eyes, a slight that in your eyes doesn’t even exist yet, Chang Jiangou leaves his inheritance.  

That’s the inheritance scattered by Chang Jiangou through the countless mortal worlds, through the endless reaches of the realms and planes. Tho those most unfortunate of fortunate, to those from the dirt who were given a chance to rise up to the sky itself. To help them understand the world, to help them survive, to help them rise.