"Do you really have no ambitions?"
Zhi Ji's gaze suddenly narrowed slightly. With a curious expression, she stared intently at the Emperor Lord.
"I have no ambitions whatsoever."
The Emperor Lord shook his head, distancing himself to avoid any real misunderstanding. "Whoever attains the Dao, I sincerely wish them well. It would only make this universe's laws more complete."
Zhi Ji froze completely.
Her Bloodline Talent was related to the soul. Her eyes could see through whether someone was lying, yet when she secretly activated her bloodline perception, she found no sign that he was lying.
Instead, she sensed an utterly tranquil, desireless, couch-potato state of mind from him—calm and detached. It left her dumbfounded.
"This is a couch-potato saint with no desires or ambitions." Zhi Ji found it utterly bizarre and cried out, "He clearly possesses immense knowledge and talent, yet he neither fights nor competes?"
She suddenly felt frustrated by his lack of ambition! This man's vision and learning were among the best in the world. He was already somewhat comparable to her younger self in the old era!
Back then, she too had glimpsed some of the universe's future structure. Only because ancient beings had recognized her, as they did now, had she reached her current peak and glory.
The man before her might not be incapable of doing the same. She had originally considered promoting him, making him a Trendsetter of this era—or at the very least giving him some support.
After all, this era needed representatives.
After all, they would not personally emerge into the world. They even had to seek out saints, Trendsetters born in response to the era, monstrous geniuses, to attain the Dao for these laws—just as Nü Yi and Yi Mang had done back then. Altering a universe's laws was not