"Bloodline and birth—were they both shackles fate had placed upon us?" Li Tianming froze for a moment.
It had to be said, this woman was quite the talent. Her enlightenment was far too advanced.
"Isn't that normal?" Ming Yufu shrugged and said cheerfully, "Think about it carefully—why do we need a sense of identity? For example, when I compete against the other Eightfold Gods, I see myself as a member of the Warheaven God Clan. When I wage war against the people of Primordial Everlore, I see myself as one of the Eightfold Gods. Everyone's sense of belonging is linked ring after ring, and it's all so meaningless! Right now, you and I are enemies. But if a common enemy appears someday, we'll be friends again. We'll all be members of this ordered universe!"
"That's the mindset of a traitor who sells out her own clan..." Li Tianming said disdainfully.
"Yeah, I sold out my clan, but I didn't sell out the ordered universe." Ming Yufu smiled freely. "The more of these identity nooses you put around yourself, the more worries you create. I've positioned myself as a lifeform of the ordered universe, and life has become much more comfortable! When you fought in the Ancient Yanhuang Relic, I saw it as our own people having a disagreement, brothers fighting one another. I wasn't angry at all. I had no sense of involvement whatsoever."
Li Tianming: "...Enough. Stop talking. You're ruining my fighting spirit."
No wonder Silver Dust had recommended taking her down first. This girl truly was a great talent.
Since she did not even care about her own father, Li Tianming did not stand on ceremony with her. He asked directly, "I want to know everything about your father. Say whatever comes to mind. My main goal is