"Ancient Gods, Incense Gods, Natural-born Gods..."
Hearing these names, Qiu Yan could not help but feel a strange stir of emotion. When his gaze fell again on that Divine Spirit Talisman, he naturally saw waves of Human Thoughts suffusing it, as though gestating a god. Yet because no distinct consciousness had been born, this god would not immediately come into being—and before the man in black, it likely could not truly be born at all.
Sure enough, the man then flicked his sleeve, and the talisman naturally disintegrated, its countless Human Thoughts returning to the sphere of Myriad Manifestations.
"This is the origin of gods. You should understand now, shouldn't you?"
The man in black withdrew his sleeve, paused, and said, "Even Emperor Lords must undergo countless trials to take that final step, yet we so-called Human Path Sages can rely on thought and accomplish it in one leap! Gods—and the cultivators who later cultivated using the derivative spiritual energies born after all manner of transcendent beings came into existence—must advance step by step. That is because once one departs from thought, there are limits. But Human Path Grand Confucians need not cultivate or touch the transcendent. They need only set thought in motion, and there are no limits!"
At this point, he smiled again. "Those transcendent beings live long and see far, viewing all things under heaven as ants. From their perspective, mortal things truly have nothing worth taking: their strength is feeble, their bodies frail, their lives liable to scatter at any moment, and their lifespans painfully brief. Yet a ruler has its short inch and an inch its long measure. Those who truly do not touch Divine Abilities will not have their thoughts shackled by those so-called Divine Abilities!"
His voice gradually lowered, taking on a solemn