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But for a god, it\'s often the simplest, most effective path.

Mortals see things from their limited perspective and wish the world would bend to their desires.

He looked at Yue with a blend of affection and sternness. "Everyone has their own selfish desires...Listen to the opinions and ideas of those below you, but never let them cloud your mind. They don\'t stand where you stand, they don\'t wield the power you hold. Their viewpoints are limited by their own experiences and fears."

Yue nodded slowly, absorbing the wisdom in his words.

This was precisely why she revered Wang Xiao.

Others might scream and argue, but the voices of those who had achieved greatness, who had truly transcended, were the ones that mattered.

They spoke from a place of understanding, of having conquered the very challenges that those beneath them could only speculate about.

The people at the bottom of the chain might bark, but their mindset would never take them to the top.

It was like a poor man, who, despite trading away his health, dignity, and time—things far more precious than money—still stubbornly claims that wealth is unimportant.

It\'s a mindset that forever keeps him in poverty.

Yue\'s thoughts swirled like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze, her heart resonating with the wisdom just imparted.

People who have achieved strength, she mused, have done so through a mindset forged by their experiences and convictions.

If she began to listen to the opinions and ideas of the weak, wouldn\'t she be left just as weak as they were?

The being in front of her, was the strongest person in the world.

Who then could be more correct—those who merely spoke or the one whose power forced the world to listen?

If the world were truly correct, why did they still bow before him?

He was right. Power is everything.

Wang Xiao had erased the Sun Dynasty in the past, wiping them from existence with a mere wave of his hand.

Yet, he continued to send people to reincarnation openly, even announcing the address of his villa in Romania, daring anyone to cross its gates if they sought an explanation.

Did anyone dare?

No, they remained silent, their voices choked by the sheer force of his might.

The world may say that killing produces enemies, but what did that matter if you were stronger than them?

If you could crush them underfoot like the insects they were?

People confuse good and evil, black and white, but should the confused ramblings of the masses be trusted over the words of her father, a man who had achieved transcendence?

Who is wiser—the one who rises above or the many who grovel below?

All schemes, all plots, fail when faced with absolute strength.

Even those at Eveline\'s level, at the threshold of immortality, didn\'t see incest as anything special.

They had long since transcended the boundaries that mortals cling to so fiercely.

If you listen to ants, you become like one. The opinions of such insignificant beings—how could they possibly matter to her?

Wang Xiao, for all his power, had not yet progressed as far in understanding the nuances of social relationships, which was why he still harbored doubts deep in his heart.

But for a being like Eveline, who had lived among quasi-immortal beings for thousands of years, her mindset had evolved far beyond the ordinary.

She had seen more, experienced more, and her understanding of the world had grown as vast as the heavens themselves.

Yes, incest is taboo, and for a mortal, it should never be followed.

Wang Xiao would agree with this wholeheartedly.

There are biological, sociological, and psychological complications that could unravel the very fabric of society, even if the pair did not choose to have children.

These are the chains that bind mortals, the rules that hold their fragile societies together.

But none of these limitations bound Wang Xiao anymore.

He had ascended beyond the reach of such concerns, existing in a realm where the rules of mortals no longer applied.

Even if Wang Xiao were to announce an improper relationship with his daughter, the world would murmur and gossip for a time, but eventually, they would forget, dismissing it as something beyond their concern.

As for respect?

He could command it with the tip of his sword, forcing the entire world to bow before him.

He possessed enough strength to walk openly, hand in hand with his daughters, and they would still look at him with reverence and fear.

To many, they would be like the gods of ancient myths, beings who wielded power so absolute that their actions were beyond question, beyond reproach.

People listen to religion because they believe it speaks with the voice of the divine.

But for Yue, her god was right in front of her—flesh and blood, invincible and immortal.

She and her father were gods in their own right, having ascended far beyond the limitations of mere mortals.

Being raised amomg immortals and beyond, Yue had come to see mortal excuses as little more than foolishness.

The more she interacted with those bound by mortality, the more she realized that most of them would remain trapped in their limited existence, unable to break free from the chains of their own making...

until they realized the truth.

Huh?

Suddenly, her mind went blank, as if struck by a moment of bottleneck.

Wang Xiao couldn\'t quite decipher what was running through Yue\'s mind, but a sudden thought struck him, and he asked softly, "Do you want to hear a story?"

"A story?" Yue blinked, her eyes clearing from their momentary haze.

She nodded, a faint smile touching her lips.

Although she had long since outgrown the age for stories, she would never deny him anything.

If her father wished to share something with her, she would listen, no matter how simple.

"It\'s about a man who fell from the heavens..." Wang Xiao began, his voice weaving the scene with careful precision, as if painting a beautiful picture with his words.

On a stormy night, beneath a sky ripped apart by violent clouds, two women—a master and her disciple—were bathing in a secluded pool.

The storm raged above, the winds howling and the rain pouring down in torrents.

Suddenly, the heavens seemed to tear open, and from the breach, a man plummeted to the earth, crashing into their world like a fallen star.

This man was no ordinary mortal.

Though he had no cultivation, no knowledge of the mystical forces that governed this world, his body harbored a poisonous physique—one so potent that even the master, a being of immense power, frowned at the threat of bringing epidemics.

Yet, despite this dangerous gift, the man was otherwise unremarkable, a mere mortal with no strength to call his own.

But this was no ordinary world...