"If becoming a god means turning into such a monster, then I'd rather remain at the Early Tier Three."
Lin Feng looked toward the shadows, speaking slowly.
Bai Ye didn't notice the change in his expression, nodding slightly:
"Indeed, this is fundamentally the wrong direction of evolution, merely living for the sake of living, having already lost the original purpose of striving to evolve."
"Take this ruin, for example. The mutant flesh nest at the bottom can only shrink at the bottom of the shelter all its life, never seeing the light of day. Even if it can easily breed Tier Three Mutants, it still can't leave the ruins and can only linger until it's forgotten and then slowly fades away."
Within Lin Feng's sight, in the shadow untouched by sunlight, the black illusion formed by the spiritual contamination, resembling himself, continued to speak:
"Ridiculous, a pitiful ant that won't live ten thousand years, dares to talk about the rights and wrongs of the gods?"
