Thinking that he was about to devote himself to the noble cause of building and expanding a limitless Path of Cultivation and Evolution, Li Zhi's blood began to boil.
Ever since he had arrived in the Shrouding the Sky World, Li Zhi had never before felt such a clear sense of mission.
Before this, he had not known why he was born, why he lived, or why he existed.
Was it really just to cultivate tirelessly until he became an Emperor, and then cover the heavens with one hand?
Or was it to protect all living beings and pacify the Forbidden Zones of Life?
But Ye Fan had already accomplished all those things—and accomplished them exceedingly well.
If he did the same things, wouldn't he merely be repeating what Ye Fan had already done?
For an outsider who did not belong to this Ancient History, did repeating Ye Fan's deeds hold any value for the evolution and development of the entire Ancient History?
Strictly speaking, it did not.
Born as a human, one was bound to have a mission. Whether good or evil, one ultimately had to accomplish something.
As a fortunate outsider, he was bound to bear a special mission.
Yet although Li Zhi had made himself incomparably powerful, he had never figured out why he was born, why he had come here, or what value his existence held.
If he had come to this world solely for longevity and immortality, how much value did his existence have?
During the evolution of this Ancient History, countless living beings had ultimately become immortals.
Would adding one more seeker of longevity truly hold any meaning for this Ancient History?
Over the years, although Li Zhi's cultivation had grown extremely rapidly and the Great Dao Laws he had comprehended were far from