Chapter 47.2
The corner of Feng Shao’s mouth twitched, “You really don’t talk about martial arts!”
“You’re actually scolding yourself, after all, I am you!” Xihe laughed loudly.
He patted Feng Shao’s shoulder hard and said, “Actually, I once had the same thought as you, but unfortunately I was limited by my vision and couldn’t find the right way. But you are different, you have your own ideas. The development trajectory of another world is used as a reference, so your idea is completely feasible! Whether you can change this world depends on your efforts in the coming future!”
Feng Shao sighed, and murmured: “I suddenly feel like I’m being fooled…”
“Don’t say that! Since you have a dream, you have to go for it. Regardless of whether you succeed or not, if you work hard, you will find life to be worthwhile.”
Xihe encouraged, “As for those sons of fortune, you can completely treat them as your stepping stones, harvest their luck, and use their chances to fulfill your dreams! Their chances will only strengthen you, and after you get them, unlike those guys, you can benefit the whole world. If this is the case, why should you shrink back and hesitate?”
Feng Shao took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I basically understand what you’re saying. In addition, what you said about breaking the shackles of Heavenly Dao, you should also have plans for the battlefield of ten thousand races, right?”
“Naturally,” Xihe nodded and continued, “The original plan of the current Heavenly Dao was to cultivate multiple sons of fortune, and then let these sons of fortune kill each other like raising Gu, and finally select a true son of destiny. And in the end, the son of destiny will represent this world and participate in the battlefield of all races.”
Xihe suddenly focused on him and said, “But you don’t have to worry too much. It will take hundreds of years for the opening of the battlefield of ten thousand races. You can use this time to cultivate your own forces as soon as possible. In addition, just to remind you, harvest the sons of fortune as much as possible, and delay the birth of the ‘son of destiny.’ Because as long as the ‘son of destiny’ does not appear, the Heavenly Dao will not open itself to the battlefield of ten thousand races.”