Hearing Yi Beidou's words, the Jade Emperor fell into a long silence.
He was right. Only those who needed to flaunt their power and realm felt the need for a lofty title to distinguish themselves from others, believing they had reached the highest, most illustrious state in the world.
Without a kasaya, how is anyone to know I've severed my worldly ties?
The very title of "Immortal" was that kasaya—that attachment.
But true seekers and enlightened ones, those who pursued higher realms, would never care for such empty titles.
Yi Beidou would always be "human," because in his eyes, there was no highest realm—only a path ever-forward.
At this point, the Jade Emperor understood the determination and will of the young man before him.
It was no coincidence that this man had created an unprecedented miracle for humanity in a mere thirty years.
"So, you are just like them, waiting for that so-called new era? Also waiting for a 'True Immortal' who can lead you forward?"
