Hearing those words, Tongtian burst into laughter.
Only then did he truly take a good look at his Grand-Disciple, Li Haoran, and his interest was instantly piqued.
After a moment, he said bluntly, "I have encountered many Transmigrators. You count among the most interesting."
"With that mindset of yours, I cannot say whether you will become a powerhouse."
"But I can say with certainty that you will live the longest."
As Tongtian spoke, Li Haoran felt a tightness in his chest.
As someone from a later era, he could naturally tell that Tongtian was calling him a turtle hiding in its shell.
But at that moment, Li Haoran did not care about that at all.
Clearly.
As far as he was concerned, it did not matter in the slightest.
Actually surviving, and even living a long life-that was the real truth.
Otherwise, however arrogant someone acted now, even if they temporarily became a powerhouse and looked like hot shit, people like that actually died the fastest.
At best, they were nothing more than a shooting star.
Brilliant, but only for a fleeting instant.
After laughing for a while and seeing that Li Haoran remained so composed, Tongtian finally spoke slowly.
"I understand your worries. Clearly, you merely want a pill to settle your nerves."
"Here, I can give you my word: do as much as you can. This has my approval."
"Raise as many powerhouses as possible. There are still far too few in the Primordial World today!"
"Preferably, bring forth a few more Sages. Both the Human Dao and the Earthly Dao need Sages to hold the fort."
"But you must not publicize this. I am not afraid to tell you the truth: Dao Ancestor Hongjun knows nothing of this. If he finds out, he might kill you outright."