Zhang Yu looked at the native man before him. Because he had grasped the God-Child's most fundamental words of spirituality, the moment this man appeared before them, Zhang Yu immediately saw through the man's spiritual power and witnessed all that he had experienced after escaping.
Unlike Yao Li, this man had not encountered Celestial Xia cultivators upon awakening, been brought to a land of civilization, and received a complete education.
After leaving, he had encountered a native tribe and lived among them ever since. What he learned was likewise the natives' understanding, relatively backward and ignorant.
Though he knew that his origins were extraordinary and knew his birthplace, that was all. After awakening from the pottery jar, he himself had been a blank sheet of paper.
When Zou Zheng had first created the God-Children, it had been so they could smoothly blend into every race. Had they possessed ingrained knowledge, it would have been difficult for them to integrate.
Yet this also meant that the external environment had an immensely important influence on a God-Child's growth. Take this one, for instance. Having never come into contact with a higher form of civilization, all he had seen and done was struggle between alien gods. Thus, his greatest long-held wish had undoubtedly been to become a deity, a god above gods.
Moreover, he believed that he ought to be the descendant of some deity, or at the very least had received a deity's blessing. Otherwise, how could his body have transformed from clay into flesh and blood?
Zhang Yu looked at him. At present, this one seemed to be the most destitute of all the God-Children. The group he had been born into had limited both his horizons and his growth.
Yet this God-Child had already worked very hard.
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