"What answer did you want from me?"
Glancing at the palm print on the ground, Shi Lan said calmly, "As far as you're concerned, all you need to do now is focus on your cultivation. Don't worry about anything else."
"Do humans really have the potential to surpass the Gods and Devils?"
There was a trace of confusion in Ye's eyes. His tribe had been destroyed and all his kin had perished, yet he felt little grief at that moment. More than anything, he was lost in an uncertainty he could not dispel.
Demigods could decide whether humans lived or died for one simple reason: humans were too weak.
The way that Supreme being had just treated them made their view of humanity clear.
In the eyes of those powerful Gods and Devils, humans were no different from crawling insects. Their only distinguishing trait was how quickly they bred.
Humans were born with frail foundations. Even after gaining the means to cultivate and studying them with all their might, they could still end up weaker than demons who spent all day sleeping. Most people exhausted their entire lives just to reach a level of cultivation that a member of the Divine Race possessed upon coming of age.
Ye had known about this vast disparity for a long time, but he had never felt it as keenly as he did now. He could not help but waver.
Doubting his own abilities made him urgently seek reassurance.
He had come to live with Shi Lan when he was six, and had always regarded her as the mother who gave him a second life. His first instinct now was to seek an answer from her.
"Even the lowliest, frailest body has rivers and seas flowing through it." Looking at the confusion in Ye's