In truth, before Lin Tian's true body left the Eastern Sea region again eight million years ago, he had wanted to enter this world and have a proper conversation with the Little Beast Emperor.
At the time, however, Lin Tian had merely swept his divine sense through the three independent worlds, skimming past like light on water, without disturbing the way the Three Races were developing within them.
At this moment.
In Lin Tian's eyes, the Xuan Yuan Clan was far too fixated on preserving its experience through written records.
Precisely because of this reliance on written records, the Xuan Yuan Clan had instead become severely shackled by them, and its racial culture had developed into something rigidly formalized.
Within the Penglai Immortal Palace, the written records of the Xuan Yuan Clan's ten million years of history occupied a full several hundred thousand li of the vast palace.
During his fleeting survey, Lin Tian had already discovered that much of the writing recorded in this palace was repetitive, and many of its methods of trial and error were being repeated as well.
In other words, even with written records, every member of the Xuan Yuan Clan still had to follow the same path of learning their predecessors had walked, starting from the moment they were born. Their vigorous years, from adolescence through young adulthood, were spent almost entirely on learning from past experience, and by the time they finally mastered what they studied, they were already nearing old age.
Even if their cultivation advanced from that of an ordinary person to the Heavenly Immortal realm, once they entered that realm, they would join the Xuan Yuan Clan's vast, bloated bureaucracy and begin again at the bottom.
It was precisely this slow-moving, mechanized, enormous system that had left the entire Xuan