"But after you've adapted, the degree you can handle will depend on your own effort and ideas. With the foundation I've left, no matter how much you mess around, it's impossible for you to ruin this world."
There was a touch of self-confidence in the young man's indifferent words. It wasn't that he disregarded the world beneath his feet, but because he cared too much about it, he had confidence that no matter who his successor was, they couldn't possibly ruin it.
"I understand."
Feng Qing'an exhaled a clear breath.
"Last question."
"Are you the lofty original identity, or something like an incarnation? What about my two elder brothers?"
"I, and the other two you've met, are no different. We just chose different paths among Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. All of us appeared because of your birth."
"I see."
Feng Qing'an understood. He had thought that this elder brother in front of him was far too cheerful to be a saint who controlled the Heavenly Dao.
