``` [You naturally noticed the changes in the Armored Guardian God and the red light that lit up again in his eyes.]
[You were not surprised.]
[After all, the aptitude and talent you had displayed were simply too incredible to comprehend.]
[An eighteen-year-old Nascent Soul Late Stage Grand Cultivator?]
[An eighteen-year-old at core formation perfection could still be explained by an Innate Dao Embryo: cultivating from the womb, being born with foundation establishment realm cultivation, then receiving a Heavenly Monarch's wholehearted tutelage and the support of all manner of natural treasures...]
[But an eighteen-year-old Nascent Soul Late Stage Grand Cultivator?]
[Even in Elder Antiquity, Nascent Soul Late Stage Grand Cultivators could roam the Human Realm unchallenged. Other monstrous geniuses needed hundreds of years and every last opportunity they could find to reach that pinnacle, yet you had already done it at eighteen?]
[Even a lofty Heavenly Monarch would be stunned upon learning your true age and cultivation.]
["This shouldn't cause any problems, should it?"]
[You watched the Armored Guardian God before you, red light seething in his eyes as those inexplicable fluctuations reappeared and he checked you all over again. You felt somewhat uncertain.]
[Ultimately, the Armored Guardian God was not a true living being, but a puppet that could only act according to the instructions his master had set.]
[If two instructions conflicted, there was a chance he might "crash."]
[You were also a fourth-tier mid-grade puppetry grandmaster, so you understood the intricacies well.]
[In theory, the chances of a "crash" were exceedingly small, and puppetry grandmasters did everything possible to prevent it.]
[But your age and cultivation were simply too incredible.]
[They defied all reason.]
[Another full hour passed.]
[The churning red light deep within the Armored Guardian God's eyes finally subsided again.]
["Well?"]
[You could not help