A Computer

Li Dalong and his descendants stood there in a daze within the Ancestors' Space.

He and the children wore stunned expressions. From the looks on their faces, these clever people already knew that they had all undergone roughly the same change: a panel had appeared before each of them.

It recorded all their information—the realms they possessed, traits, magical treasures... even the history of their entire lives.

"What the hell? Perverted trait? Assassin? Wife Killer?" Li Tianming among the clan members flew into a rage. Clearly having switched personalities, he clawed fiercely at the panel before him, only to grasp at empty air. He was beside himself with fury. "I'm not! I'm not!"

That roar also snapped the clan members out of their shock.

Everyone's faces turned ashen, especially Li Xinnian. Seeing traits on his panel such as "hypocrite," filled with grave misunderstandings and slander toward him, made him unable to save face. He hastily hid the panel.

Beside him, Li Zhiheng curiously asked Li Xinnian, "Dad, what are your traits?"

"A gentleman, philanthropist, good person, that sort of thing. Nothing worth mentioning." Li Xinnian clenched the hands behind his back into fists, his face expressionless. Good thing only I can see it.

"This will benefit our cultivation!"

Li Yunlin said delightedly, "That divine screen contains all our information. Those traits are things even we ourselves may be unable to discover. After all, people often lack self-awareness. With this, we can choose our cultivation methods through our 'traits.'

"There are also professions, which include the unorthodox paths of our cultivation. Combined with 'traits,' they can help us choose a better path of cultivation.

"Especially bloodlines, cultivation methods, magical treasures, and spiritual objects. Cultivators cultivate for years—how could others know what changes have taken place within them? Even Litian Hall alone