Nameless One had hoped Fengyun Wuji could keep his emotions. The light of protection he left behind after his fall had deliberately carried that wish.
For the entire world after Ascension, for the entire Primordial Human Race, he had come late, but not too late.
History had changed because of him. The Primordial Human Race was in a far better position than it had been in the original course of history.
And because of Nameless One, Fengyun Wuji's life had been far gentler than the life he had lived in that original history.
The whole world had become less cruel. The Primordial Human Race had won a gentler world for its own descendants.
But the final outcome had still arrived on schedule.
Trying to help Fengyun Wuji was something Meng Chuan had planned from the start.
Nameless One's memories, as a blood Incarnation, were naturally not separate from Meng Chuan's True Body; Meng Chuan knew everything.
So with or without Nameless One's final wish, Meng Chuan would have helped Fengyun Wuji.
It was not as though Nameless One had entrusted Meng Chuan with a task. The True Body and the Incarnation were one; the True Body knew everything the Incarnation thought. What the hell would Nameless One need to entrust him with?
This was the undying obsession he had left behind after his fall.
It was not that Nameless One cared so deeply for Fengyun Wuji in particular. Even as he went to his death, the Human Race had remained on his mind.
Only a Fengyun Wuji who retained his emotions could truly be a Lord God of the Human Race. Only then could the Human Race of this world truly prosper forever.
Under the protection of the King of Gods, the Human Race's survival and growth would never suffer