A Hundred Thousand Years of War, Do You Dare Accept?

Sun Qiankun seemed to have seized the initiative at this moment, his expression still calm as he looked at the Shadow Paper Doll.

Even Li Qing had to admire Sun Qiankun—his mental fortitude was simply too formidable.

From Li Qing's words alone, he had analyzed countless details and pinpointed Li Qing's identity.

Beyond his intelligence, it was also the breadth of his knowledge—his understanding of this world and his grasp of information on every powerful figure—that had allowed him to determine Li Qing's existence through elimination.

This was a form of wisdom utterly different from Yuan Zhihui's: pure big-data deduction taken to the extreme.

Yuan Zhihui captured information, drew inferences from subtle clues, and then deduced the truth.

In some ways, this kind of wisdom resembled the Jade Tablet, except the Jade Tablet was far more powerful, already surpassing human intelligence.

Letting out a faint breath of stale air, Li Qing looked at the silent Sun Qiankun. A slight smile appeared on his face as he said, "As expected of someone I've taken a liking to. Let me tell you a few more things for free."

"Your wish is to break free from the cage of cultivation, but let me put it this way."

"Though your wisdom reaches the heavens and you have considered every possibility, I'm sorry to say that no matter how hard you strive, you will never escape this food chain that was fixed long ago."

"All cultivators are merely food for the source of cultivation."

"Even if you gathered the cultivation methods of the Hundred Schools, you still could not deduce a perfect method."

"Because those methods themselves have already been twisted."

"They have been twisted without any pattern whatsoever. Your intelligence is founded on rigorous logical calculations based on countless pieces of information."

"But such