Everyone here is your resources.
Hearing Yang's words, Qin Guan frowned. "What do you mean?"
Yang's voice came to him. "If you're raising pigs, naturally you have to feed them the best food. And you can't let them eat without moving, or the meat won't be good."
"So you mean penned domestic pigs don't taste as good as wild boars?"
Qin Guan's corner of mouth twitched. His gaze swept across the disciples and elders from every sect and faction in the vast plaza, then moved to the Great Dao old ancestors on the High Platform.
These people had all come to capture him.
Yet in Yang's mouth, they were all resources prepared for him.
To put it plainly, Yang wanted to temper him, make him grow quickly, and then seize the Chaos Origin for himself.
"Your analogy is quite fitting. Think carefully about the principle behind using Chaos Power to evolve the Tyrant Body Great Dao just now. If you comprehend it fully, all Great Daos may be yours to wield."
"I don't want to work hard anymore."
Hearing Yang tell him to comprehend the principle behind Chaos evolving the Tyrant Body Great Dao, Qin Guan suddenly shook his head.
"No matter how hard I work, I'll end up as your prey. Since that's the case, why should I work hard and let you reap the rewards without lifting a finger?"
"If that's how you think, then I'll raise you as a domestic pig."
Yang's voice gradually faded away, dispersing from Qin Guan's mind like a wisp of blue smoke.
"Fuck!"
Sensing that Yang had left, Qin Guan cursed viciously in his heart, lost in thought.
"What happened just now? How did you manage to bring out the power of the Tyrant Body Great Dao, lad?"
Seeing Qin Guan muddle