"What are you going to do?" Xin Tu asked curiously, holding the Lifebound Treasure of the Creator God.
"Create a truly equal battleground."
Zhu Zhengwei said, "Pull that guy down from the sky, into the dust and mud, and stand with me again at the same starting line."
"No one can do that," Xin Tu said, "My master, in this world, is already the strongest person."
"No, you don't know what is truly the strongest in this world," Zhu Zhengwei smiled.
"It's the people."
"It's the endless stream of heroes, the dreamers who sing loudly."
Zhu Zhengwei said casually, "Looking at the vast cosmic history, as all living beings iterate and eras renew, not to mention the alternation of generations of Celestial Emperors and Half-Saints, and even the alternation of Saints... even the seat of the Creator God has been exchanged."
"I don't understand what you mean."
Xin Tu said.
