Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

After nearly forty years of gradual evolution, now about one-third of the Northern Continent is covered with frost and snow, while the remaining third is dotted with volcanoes and a medium-sized inland lake.

This was originally the inland sea of the Guantao Realm, but in the current Little Cang World, it can only be considered a large inland lake.

Wang Yi'an glanced downwards; with his eyesight, he could clearly see the scattered settlements on the Northern Continent.

Smoke drifted lazily, laughter could be heard, occasionally the roar of a Demonic Beast would break out, only to quickly fall silent.

The mountain paths are steep and treacherous, wild forests stretch into the wilderness.

The vast Northern Continent still retains its wildness and primitiveness.

Far unlike the other Three Continents where numerous cities and even nations have been established.

Not only in the land of frost and snow, but even around those volcanoes, there are sparse signs of human activity.

Occasionally, a figure stepping through the Void, yet without the slightest Mana fluctuation, clad in hide, would swiftly pass by.

Seeing these people,

his eyes unconsciously filled with a sense of nostalgia.

"Do you want to go back?"

A warm and gentle voice sounded beside him.

Wang Yi'an was slightly taken aback, turned his head, and saw his father, who was also intently watching those True Martial Cultivators, tilting his head slightly, pointing at the land below, a smile appearing on his face:

"I mean, to this place."

Wang Yi'an's eyes suddenly brightened like starlight, but soon dimmed again.

He shook his head slightly, his tone filled with hesitation:

"I... maybe I can't..."

Wang Ba smiled, not changing his expression due to Wang Yi'an's response, and asked lightly:

"Why, do you feel guilty towards them in your heart?"

Wang Yi'an nodded silently, his voice somewhat dry:

"After the failure to repel Han Yanzi, less than one-tenth of the True Martial Cultivators remained, I am ashamed of my senior brother's trust... even more ashamed of those who trusted me..."

"It wasn't your fault. Han Yanzi's harm to the True Martial Cultivators was far less than that of the World Eater from the Outer Realm. And the World Eater being let in was indeed Han Yanzi's doing, but strictly speaking, I also bear some of the responsibility..."

Wang Ba shook his head slightly, interrupting Wang Yi'an, his gaze shifting to the distant mountains and wilderness below, the smile fading, leaving only a complex look after enduring many vicissitudes, his tone somber:

"I always thought that 'benevolence doesn't lead troops, righteousness doesn't manage wealth' these words were too cold, inhumane."

"I used to sneer at those high-ranking people who would decide the lives of countless others with one word."

"Until... I became someone who could decide the lives and deaths of countless people."

"Human life became numbers in my eyes."

Wang Yi'an's body trembled slightly, looking at his father in surprise.

He had not had such a serious discussion with his father in many years.

In his eyes, his father seemed unchanged over the years, but at this moment he faintly realized, his father had long changed in many ways.

"Sometimes I wonder if this is what's called 'the dragon slayer eventually becomes the evil dragon.'

Wang Ba's eyes slightly emptied, as if lost in thought, murmuring:

"Sometimes, I deeply feel it's wrong for me to remain indifferent when facing the dead lives, I feel I shouldn't be like this."

"But when truly facing these numbers, I still indifferently make what I think is the optimal choice."

"And what exactly is the optimal choice?"

He suddenly turned his head, looked at Wang Yi'an.

As if asking Wang Yi'an, yet also questioning himself:

"Is what I think is the optimal choice necessarily the right one?"

Wang Yi'an was momentarily speechless, but after thinking, he still shook his head:

"No, no one is always right... and senior brother once said, power will twist the conscience that should be inherent, this twisting and change is not born, hatched, wet or born of the womb, but born of transformation."

"Transformation..."

Wang Ba was slightly startled, then gently nodded, his eyes flashing with deep appreciation and admiration:

"Your third senior brother is truly insightful, he's not wrong, the change of human nature is indeed like this."

Hands behind his back looking into the distant Sky Dome, he exhaled a turbid breath, sighing:

"Whether emperors, True Immortal Demons and Gods, or ordinary life, when humble, struggle through hardships, compromise to survive, once in power, for a short time it's fine, but after a while, they develop a sense of separation, those who can retain their original intentions unchanged are one in a million."

"What I think is, all are products of this heaven and earth, wealth, Cultivation Base, power are the same, long immersed in it, it's like entering a fish market, long not smelling its stench, thus cannot avoid being alienated by it."

"And those who can hold firm to their original intention, unmoved by external things, even if they hit their heads to bloody injury, never changing, they can all be called a true person."

"A true person has no self, a god person has no merit, a saint has no name."

He sighed softly:

"Unfortunately, I'm just an ordinary man."

Wang Yi'an silently listened to his father's murmurs, yet when he heard 'a true person has no self, a god person has no merit, a saint has no name,' he felt his heart tremble.

The words were simple, but they stirred his heart deeply.

He seemed to feel this phrase was guiding him.

"According to what your third senior brother said, I will eventually be alienated, perhaps really become a cold person who regards human life as insignificant, just to achieve the final goal, this may be good for the Little Cang World, but for those living here, how cruel... Liu Jin,"

Wang Ba looked at Wang Yi'an, yet calling his childhood name, with a trace of earnestness in his eyes:

"Are you willing to earn a future for these True Martial Cultivators?"

Wang Yi'an was slightly taken aback.