But at this moment, there was no trace of a smile on his face.
His gaze toward Milton Cheney had a hint of inexplicable meaning in it.
There was a touch of suspicion, and a touch of confusion.
"Does the Monarch know why I was able to cultivate to my current realm in my first life?"
"You must know that when I reached Deity Transformation Great Perfection, I was but thirty-seven thousand years old."
Milton Cheney did not directly answer the Lotus Monarch's question but instead countered with one.
Since Milton Cheney had spoken, he had no intention of hiding anything.
At this point, the secret of the Power of Merit was the least valuable to him.
After all, his life was nearing its end, and this reincarnation simulation was about to conclude.
He had also reached the limit of what he could cultivate in this world.
More importantly, his Power of Merit was exhausted and could not be taken by others, so naturally, Milton Cheney had nothing to fear.
