"Sir, you should stop talking nonsense. With cultivation like yours, living another few hundred years would not be a problem if you wished to survive. Even if you could not live for tens of thousands of years in the end, you could choose to reincarnate and cultivate anew. Wouldn't you still be yourself in your second life, with your own memories?"
The Divine Crocodile spoke indifferently.
He felt that, with Ye Tian's heaven-reaching cultivation, surviving would be easier for him than for anyone else.
At first, he had not believed that Ye Tian was the strongest person in his world. But after Ye Tian taught him such profound Buddhist teachings, he had no choice but to believe it.
"What is the use of possessing heaven-reaching cultivation? In the end, you are not this sky itself. Remember this: if you achieve success in cultivation someday, escape this cycle of reincarnation if you can. Even if your life is a little shorter and you cannot cultivate through a second life, that would still be far better than being an ant as you are now."
Ye Tian advised him. He did not care whether the other party could take the words to heart, but he still had to say them.
"Sir, you are joking again. If cultivators like us are ants, then what are those ordinary mortals? Do they not even deserve to be called ants?"
"I do not know. We can dictate their fates, and we can casually decide their lives and deaths. But our own lives can likewise be taken with ease. So I think those ants and us ants are no different. The depth of cultivation is merely a difference in size."
Ye Tian felt somewhat downcast. In his eyes, everyone in this world who had not escaped reincarnation was