Shen Changchuan fell silent.
He actually understood what the puppet construct had said quite well.
Just like when he had been on Earth in his previous life: although he had enjoyed all kinds of fantasy and immortal cultivation novels, he had never possessed any grand ambitions. His greatest dream had merely been to get rich, live freely for a lifetime, and he had never entertained thoughts of eternal life or ascension.
A person's goals in life were inherently tied to the environment they lived in and their personal experiences.
Although,
it was not as though setting a firm goal guaranteed success.
But those who set a goal,
then devoted themselves wholeheartedly to advancing toward it were clearly far more likely to succeed than others.
And in the Cultivation World,
the impact was even greater!
Following the puppet construct's words,
one only needed to think for a moment to feel how despairing the predicament faced by other cultivators of the Great Dao of Reincarnation truly was!
This was a road that led to the heavens, yet at the same time, it was almost a road upon which success was impossible!
Unless one had Become Immortal,
one would hardly have limitless time to make mistakes and try again!
In truth,
the puppet construct did not quite understand why its master had left behind such an inheritance in this world.
Had Shen Changchuan not appeared,
it would have almost believed that, for cultivators in this world who had yet to Become Immortal, this path was fundamentally impassable.
However, its master's task was not something it could question.
Or perhaps,
what its master wished to do was select a genius capable of defying human common sense, even the natural laws of heaven and earth?
Just like this fellow called Shen Changchuan before it.
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