After three bowls of noodles, Li Ye felt considerably more cheerful.
He looked at the cultivator.
"Speak up."
"The price is always so high, so high that you have to betray to repay it."
"Perhaps you may even fail to repay it."
The cultivator couldn't refute.
He picked up the chopsticks from the table and lightly tapped the edge of the bowl.
He said, "I can first tell Yang Ke Dao You a piece of news.
Those with spirit roots cannot stand before the great powers that reappear like myths—because they have stolen the might of heaven and earth themselves.
Only those who can practice cultivation without spirit roots can resist those great powers."
Hmm?
Li Ye pondered.
Suddenly, he felt curious: "Surely you have deeper motives, why replicate such myths?"
"..."
"Actually, it's very simple, it's to deny the current path of cultivation—myths are myths because they cannot be replicated, if even myths can be replicated, then what is cultivation for?"
