After Yang Da finished speaking, the hall fell silent.
Yang Fan looked at the existence before him, identical to himself, and remained speechless for a long time.
At times, Yang Da truly resembled him, but that resemblance existed only in everyday matters and outward appearances. Once it involved the development of the Divine Kingdom, resource allocation, or future planning, he completely stripped away all emotion.
Yang Fan was still silent, but Yang Da unhurriedly walked straight over and stopped in front of him.
Only half a step separated them.
He raised his head and met Yang Fan's eyes.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Yang Fan's heart inexplicably tightened.
The next moment, Yang Da said coldly, "Master, I am the Divine Kingdom's highest Artificial Lifeform. I am one with you; we share honor and disgrace. There are some things only I can say."
"The current Master simply does not have the potential to become a powerful God. In my view, you are no different from trash."
The air seemed to freeze.
"What did you say?" Yang Fan's eyes widened abruptly, filled with disbelief.
His highest Artificial Lifeform was actually lecturing him?
Even if the other party possessed independent thinking, he was still a God. Such defiance was simply unimaginable.
"The current Master is nothing but trash." Yang Da's tone remained calm, yet every word cut like a blade. "If you continue in this state, you will not go far in the future."
"Why do you say that?" Yang Fan's voice lowered slightly.
"Please think about it, Master. Having come this far, how much effort have you, as a God, truly put in?" Yang Da did not yield and continued speaking bluntly.
Those words struck like a heavy hammer, plunging Yang Fan into silence.
He opened his mouth, only to