"It means—"
The thunder inside Wan Xiaotian's brain split the chaos one layer after another. He was surprised at first, and then infuriated. "You are the high-dimensional being who created the world and everything in it? Are you kidding me? I don't believe it! I don't! Believe it!"
"Very good."
Old Li said, "Doubting everything is the greatest virtue in the pursuit of truth. You really shouldn't believe my every word.
"Well…"
Wan Xiaotian's head was in a mess. He clutched the leather duster tighter and tighter. He was dazed for a long time, before he said, "I don't believe it. I don't understand. How are you going to prove it? No. There's no way that you can prove it. Can you tell me how it feels to pass through endless worlds in your three thousand incarnations? Can you really experience endless life beyond time and space?"