Waiting for Him

"You're all strange." Zhou Leng's Martial Will gave off a faint glow. "Your bodies are no longer like beasts', yet your brains still remain in an era where others could toy with you at will."

"You understand so many grand principles, and you've seen so much. Then tell me, why can't ordinary people have love and marriage?"

Zhao Nandi was left speechless.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Leng said, "Besides, I don't have the time or energy to get tangled up in such complicated families and lives. I only want to cultivate properly and finish what I need to do before the Ten Realms War."

Zhao Nandi was silent for a long time before saying, "It seems the Divine Script has influenced you greatly. Some of that is knowledge or information from a higher civilization?"

"The power of a higher civilization is indeed influencing me."

Zhao Nandi continued, "I understand. Everything you've said makes sense, but those Martial Saints also left behind many bloodlines after ascending to sainthood. It didn't hold them back."

"I don't deny what they contributed in their youth, nor do I condemn the changes they underwent in old age. I even believe they will certainly defend humanity in the Ten Realms War. But tell me, is it possible that after growing old, parts of their brains and bodies decayed without them realizing it?"

"Aren't you being a little too pure?" Zhao Nandi asked helplessly.

"I don't want to be either, but—" Zhou Leng pointed at his head. "Once my Martial Will rises to a certain level, my understanding of myself, the world, and everything else will become irreversible. At least for now, my Martial Will is driving me ever onward, both physically and spiritually. It is also stopping me from decaying. If I resist my