Zhang Yang sighed softly and said nothing more.
The universe was too vast. Even as the master of a universe, he had no idea where he had come from or how he had been born.
For a living being, especially one who had already cultivated to the great Dao realm, the road ahead had ended.
At such a realm, what was there left to pursue?
Longevity?
Reaching the sage realm already counted as attaining longevity.
To say nothing of the void Dao realm and the great Dao realm.
Immortality?
Those in the void Dao realm could still die, but those in the great Dao realm were utterly deathless and indestructible.
However severely a great Dao realm cultivator was injured, recovering their strength was only a matter of time.
Even if the universe was destroyed, they could leave and survive in a new universe.
Then what was the point of cultivation?
Zhang Yang shook his head and sighed again.
"All right, don't think so much. Once I reach the great Dao realm, won't all these mysteries be solved?"
"No matter what reaching the great Dao realm entails, I'll advance. Knowing there's a road ahead and refusing to take it isn't my nature." Pangu patted Zhang Yang's shoulder to comfort him.
He liked this master of the universe who possessed genuine feelings.
He also liked the Human Race. Though humans had joy, anger, sorrow, pleasure, the seven emotions and six desires, and plenty of sordid affairs, that was precisely what gave a universe more vitality and infinite possibilities.
Every mortal's life, from birth to adulthood and death, was filled with variables.
Whether they could seize an opportunity and make the right choice depended on them.
That was also why there were so many heroic tales of the weak defeating the strong, losers