Only now did Lin Heng realize how terrifying a Supreme was. One must not underestimate every word spoken by a Great Vehicle Supreme; he could silently and invisibly influence one's judgment of truth and reason.
Anyone whose cultivation technique and state of mind were not steady enough could be led astray by him.
It might have seemed as though Jiang Wu was speaking only with Lin Heng, but in truth, he wanted to use his words to influence everyone in the Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office.
Lin Heng knew he could not let him continue. Wasn't Jiang Wu simply trying to clash with him over their understanding of ideology?
Although he had never specifically cultivated any mind technique, he had learned through his life with Zang Qianxing.
He carried the accumulated legacy of over five thousand years of Chinese civilization from that era—the precious forest of thought.
The famous histories of the hundred schools, transcending every age and passed down through countless generations, were not something an era that had cycled through history countless times could compare to.
"Enough. Dead means dead, even if the memories remain, even if the will is still operating."
"But the reason humans are human is that they have flesh and blood. They cry, laugh, make mistakes, and feel regret—not that they are merely a core ruled by will."
"If someone's physical body is destroyed, and all that remains is a head and a fragment of memory, then they find another shell—does that count as rebirth?"
"In essence, that is no different from possession."
"But you did not possess anyone. You merely—using a fragment of memory that should never have existed—were forcibly installed into a shell. You are nothing more than a copied clone of the original owner."
"This is not inheritance. It is theft from