The elderly leader in a Spirit Hall uniform stepped forward, his manner exceedingly respectful.
"As you command. I will return and report to my superiors at once. But whether the Pope comes is not something I can decide. Please understand."
Lan Changsheng stood before the towering Symbiosis Tower, his posture straight, his gaze indifferent and distant. He bore a transcendent air of looking down upon the world. On closer inspection, one could discern an almost compassionate divinity in him.
He nodded slightly and said nothing more, sitting down cross-legged before the tower.
He gently closed his eyes, focused his mind, and calmed his breath.
He needed to quiet his mind and carefully contemplate the Law of Life flowing around him.
The power poured into him after the system deemed completion was ultimately duckweed without roots. It seemed vast and boundless, yet did not necessarily truly belong to him.
Only by thoroughly understanding and refining all the power of the Law of Life, turning external power into his own foundation, could he truly command his own Great Dao.
He would never allow himself to one day be constrained in turn by the system's power and reduced to a puppet!
If the day came when the system constrained him instead... when he pictured that scene, he felt only disgust. Disgust at himself, at his own blind trust in the system, at his own lack of effort.
There was no fear of being controlled, no sorrow, not even anger at the system for constraining him.
How... bleak that was...
A Symbiosis Tower that had appeared out of nowhere, and a crowd of frightened, wary Spirit Hall members.
The atmosphere of confrontation throughout the area had quietly reached its peak.
Once the Pope arrived, the winds and clouds would be stirred in earnest!