"Actually, I wasn't the one thinking about all that messy stuff. It was those seniors. They've always wanted what my elder brother possesses."
Zhang Ruochen's words made Fang Yu's eyelids twitch. He then smiled and said, "Then you're mistaken. I can tell you, I never possessed those things. I once wanted them too, but in the end, I didn't have the ability, the capability, or the qualifications. Those things aren't some eternal existence we can hope for. They don't belong to us. They require absolute power—something even those old immortals can't obtain. Though they call themselves old immortals, they do have lifespans. They aren't eternal. Even if they don't die now, sooner or later they will. I can testify to that. I can prove it. I can bear witness to it. I only hope they can live a little longer and resolve some troubles. If they can't, it only proves they're utterly useless. If they had even the slightest use, they wouldn't be such complete trash. That's what I think."
"Enough. Go do what you need to do. You don't need to worry about my affairs or meddle in them. I can make my own decisions. Don't think about the rest. Sometimes, I don't know what to do either. Sometimes, all I can say is, do whatever needs doing."
"But what I need to do now is persuade you to go back, Elder Brother. Then, if you agree to save this world and universe, you can choose to save it in the future if you want to, or refuse if you don't. But this world still hopes you can lend a hand, because if anyone besides you wants to save it, the price they must pay is simply too great. They can't bear that cost. To be honest, those costs