"Grandmaster, although I don't understand what it means to be useful or useless, I feel that being able to save people and shoulder burdens heavier than anyone else's while moving forward—that should count as accomplishing something great. It's only because people start from different heights that such a distinction exists. Set aside that point of comparison, and I feel everyone has their own use. It only depends on how great their strength is and how much strength they contribute. So I think the Dao Ancestor may have said that precisely because he intended to use this to help you grow and shoulder greater responsibilities. Am I right?" I said calmly.
The Grandmaster glanced at me and seemed to fall into deep thought. After a long while, he said, "Hmph, absurd. He truly looked down on me. He's always had that kind of temperament—how could I have misjudged him? Mother, on the other hand, encouraged me constantly, which is why I became who I am today. What did that old man have to do with it?"
I couldn't help smiling inwardly. Although the Grandmaster was over ten thousand years old, his temperament could be rather extreme at times. Having grown up among a crowd of disciples and children while lacking enough paternal affection, it was only natural for him to develop such thoughts. Still, there was certainly nothing to criticize about the Grandmaster's aptitude. Of course, perhaps everyone's aptitude had generally been much higher ten thousand years ago, since that had still been the era of the ancient immortals.
"Then, Grandmaster, do you think that shutting down the Grand Array, taking out the Star-Severing Disk, and saving this entire immortal world would count as accomplishing something great?" I asked. Overturning the Dao Ancestor's pot and then cooking another fine dish from