Wenren Sheng put on a demonstration for the old superpowered man in this cultivation world.
Of course, he was not doing it just for fun.
He was fishing.
Before long, he sensed something.
Then he clapped his hands and said toward a corner nearby, "Please come out."
The old superpowered man was bewildered.
"Who are you asking to come out?"
Then the two of them saw an elderly man dressed in ancient clothes emerge from the corner.
He was dressed like an old farmer.
He held a long-stemmed pipe in one hand, wore a thick hemp shirt, coarse leg bindings, and hemp trousers.
"You were looking for me, weren't you?" The old farmer smiled guilelessly.
Only then did Wenren Sheng nod.
"I was. You are this world's World Will, aren't you?"
"Yes, but this old man is curious. How did you discover me?" the old farmer asked doubtfully.
Wenren Sheng avoided the question and instead said, "Naturally, I have my ways of seeing you. Over the years, I have seen quite a few World Wills, but very few have been willing to take human form and communicate with people."
"That is because they stand too high and have forgotten that a World Will is a farmer—an earthiest-of-the-earth farmer. It only knows how to till diligently, laboring its whole life just to save up a few great jars of grain," the old farmer sighed.
Wenren Sheng nodded.
This cultivation world's Heavenly Dao—its World Will—had a very clear understanding of its own position.
That was indeed true for most Small Worlds.
They had nothing to be proud of.
In the eyes of many World Wills, they would never negotiate with chess pieces or ants.
Yet they had forgotten that they themselves merely cultivated a patch of farmland with hardship, allowing it to