Ancient secrets spanning tens of thousands of years?
Yang Zhen curled his lips, his face showing a disdainful expression. It wasn't just the secrets of tens of thousands of years he scorned; even those from hundreds of thousands of years meant little to him.
Severing emotion and desire, although he didn't know the specifics, Yang Zhen could imagine it nonetheless: to regard the affections of the world as trivial, taking the universe itself as the heart. Indeed, doing so could reach the heavens, but, as Yang Zhen said, of what use was that?
Yang Zhen didn't even know if these so-called Emperor Realm Experts artificially created by Su Emperor Palace could still be considered human.
