On Earth, Qin Hao's life returned to simplicity once more. He had long grown accustomed to such a quiet life. To Qin Hao, becoming powerful was no different from the life he lived now.
Throughout his cultivation, Qin Hao had mostly remained in seclusion, diligently cultivating. The only difference was the place and environment of cultivation, which could better accelerate his own comprehension.
As for everything else, Qin Hao felt there was little difference. The gap between a Universe Lord and him was not much greater than the gap between an ordinary person and him.
Both were existences he could kill with extreme ease. He would not even need a secret technique; a single finger was enough to kill them directly.
After blending into city life once again, Qin Hao's days became highly routine. Going to work, getting off work, taking vacations... It was as though he had become an ordinary person again, returning to the life of his previous incarnation, still living like a wage slave.
Yet it was precisely in this state that he gained more ideas and more things to ponder.
The difference between cultivators and ordinary people was not merely a disparity in strength, but also a difference in the fundamental laws of survival.
The Earth of today was no longer the original Earth. Every Earthling possessed a respectable level of cultivation, yet the structure of society had not changed much.
This allowed Qin Hao to experience something familiar within it.
In the world of cultivators, the strong were revered. In the world of ordinary people, there were far more things to consider.
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... Qin Hao's roles kept changing, and so did his life. With every different experience, Qin Hao completely immersed himself in it, gathering different insights.
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