Wenren Sheng then saw those two worlds.
There was nothing much to say about the silent man's world. It was plain and unremarkable, an ordinary Cultivation World.
Brutal, dark, a fight to the death.
But the gentle Old Woman's world was a remarkably interesting and perfect one.
At a glance, everyone inside was singing, dancing, eating, drinking, and making merry. Every one of them lived in great happiness.
Every face bore a sincere, kind, friendly smile.
Even when some people showed signs of irritability, those emotions were quickly vented and eased by those around them.
Everyone's spiritual and material needs were highly fulfilled.
Moreover, they had nothing to fear.
Wenren Sheng thought of the gentle Old Woman.
It seemed she was a loving type of World Lord.
Her temperament resembled that of a certain qilin—infinitely tolerant.
That was the benefit of a world possessing consciousness.
If a world possessed consciousness and happened to be lucky enough
to encounter a gentle, emotionally stable, loving, and tolerant Creator,
then those living in that world would be very happy.
Of course, the drawbacks were considerable as well.
After all, consciousness meant too much uncertainty.
It was like living under a monarch.
If the monarch was wise, efficiency would be higher, and under the same technological conditions, people would live somewhat better.
But if the monarch became foolish and incompetent, it would be sheer torment.
And if the World Lord was targeted or got into trouble, they would suffer the consequences too.
Still, in Wenren Sheng's view, the people of this world had already spent hundreds of millions of years in happy, wonderful times.
This happiness resembled the paradise humanity in the real world had imagined.
Ageless and undying, wanting for nothing, Wish Come True.
Naturally, the prerequisite was that they could not harm