The pressure on the Nether Son probably amounted to less than the weight of an egg. All he needed to do was grow normally. No one pushed him, no one plotted against him, and the fiercely protective Nether Lord stood behind him. Who would dare do anything to him?
Never mind Tianming Wuji—even Hua Yunfei and Dao Wushuang had personally admitted that they envied the Nether Son.
The Nether Son lived the life they dreamed of. He had it far too good.
"You're being pretty vague, but I think I get it. That slap the old geezer gave me back then was for my own good?" the Nether Son asked, only half understanding.
"Given how protective Senior Nether Lord is, he was probably thinking of you."
Hua Yunfei did not speak in absolutes either. Heaven's thoughts were too difficult to fathom, and he could not be completely certain what the Nether Lord was thinking.
Just as he could not be completely certain of Yan Fei's master's or the Dragon Ancestor's thoughts. Who knew their precise reasons for doing this?
"If that's the case, I forgive him." The Nether Son chuckled.
"World Lord? What's that..."
Jian Yi listened from the side, lost in a fog. He had never encountered such knowledge during his days as a rogue cultivator. It was like listening to some incomprehensible heavenly scripture.
It was not just World Lords. In truth, he knew very little about cultivation-related knowledge in general.
That was the helplessness of a rogue cultivator. He could only rely on himself for information, and almost everything he knew was news that had fallen behind the times.
"You can casually create worlds and universes, right?"
The Nether Son explained, "A World Lord's world is just a bit more advanced and badass. It's relatively independent, a