"Who are you?" Seemingly noticing Xu Zimo, the old man slowly turned his head.
"My name isn't important." Xu Zimo shook his head.
"Looks like you obtained my Sage's Box," the old man said to himself.
"So be it. In the end, you are a fated one.
Let me ask you: if you inherit my legacy, are you willing to bear my grand aspiration?"
"What grand aspiration?" Xu Zimo asked.
"To teach all without distinction, to instruct all living beings," the Saint said.
"To pass on everything I have learned to the people of the world as much as possible."
"I don't have that much time." Xu Zimo shook his head.
"Why must your grand aspiration be placed upon me?"
"If that is the case, then my legacy is likely not fated to be yours." The old man also shook his head.
"Whether there is fate or not isn't for you to decide." Xu Zimo smiled faintly.
"What I seek, I will obtain myself unless I swear not to rest."
The old man gave Xu Zimo a deep look.
Then he waved his right hand.
That hand surged down with immense power.
"The power of rules." Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"My rule is the power of the great aspirations of all living beings.
The will of all living beings must obey."
The old man spoke calmly.
"If you are unwilling to bear my grand aspiration, then I can only transform you."
"What are the grand aspirations of all living beings worth? I dare to defy even heaven and earth. Living beings are nothing more than ants."
Xu Zimo said indifferently.
"You are merely a wisp of remnant soul now. Even if your true body still lived, what could you do to me?"
Xu Zimo directly drew Overlord Shadow.