"Are you sure?"
Seeing Deng’s reluctance to admit it, Yun You tilted her head, quietly gazing into Deng’s eyes as if she wanted to see through her completely.
To be honest, for Deng, such a straightforward question was evidently sowhat "disrespectful".
After all, Deng is one of the three wise sages of the Death God, and also one of the most powerful and highest-ranking people in the world. Asking her such sensitive questions truly showed a lack of respect.
But Yun You didn’t mind.
Didn’t Deng herself say it? She is her mother, so asking her mother so questions doesn’t seem inappropriate, does it?
And indeed, the facts proved so.
After being stared at by Yun You for a while, Deng couldn’t hold it anymore, and burst into laughter.
"Alright, enough playing gas, little one."
She reverted back to her lazy deanor, leaning on the recliner, as if all the emotions she showed earlier were rely a disguise.
"Honestly, I do like him."
"But..."
"Simply put, I’m the type who adores strength. Whoever’s powerful enough, I like them. The reason I once admired the Saint was because he was the wisest, most intelligent among us three."
"But after he died at the hands of Yun Tiankui and , I no longer had any feelings for him... He was a useless guy, unworthy of being your genetic source."
"The reason for choosing Yun Tiankui was because he’s powerful enough, not just among us three... but he was the strongest in the world. Only soone like him deserves to be the genetic father of my children... And that guy also never cared about these things, so in the end, that’s how it turned out."
When speaking, Deng always showed an indifferent attitude, and Yun You indeed didn’t hear a shred of genuine emotion or love in her tone.
But upon careful reflection, it’s not surprising at all.
From ancient tis to today, countless days have passed, the part of Deng that belongs to "human" emotions might have largely faded, leaving only pure pragmatism and desire.
She wouldn’t fall in love with a particular person; she would only continually pursue her ideals and "fun", which is her essence.
In other words, the "love" she talks about likely differs entirely from the love normal people envision; it’s a rational judgnt where she believes Yun Tiankui is most suitable as the "father", so she "loves" Yun Tiankui, and used that guy’s genes and hers to create her children.
Looking at this "mother" before her, Yun You felt an inexplicable sense of helplessness rise in her heart.
Although she calls her mother, thinking about it, Deng probably never considered her as her daughter or even as family, right?
"Phew..."
Yun You took a deep breath, pushing down the swirling emotions, softly saying, "So..."
"What is your ultimate purpose for creating us... creating the God of Destruction... creating ?"
Deng took a sip of her milk tea, stardust slowly swirling inside the transparent cup.
She looked at Yun You, smiling.
"It’s simple."
Her voice was incredibly clear, echoing across the vast library.
"It is to create an existence as powerful as the First Generation King."
"Not imitation, not approximation, but truly reaching the eighth level."
Yun You was stunned. This answer... seed sowhat obvious, but when combined with everything she’d seen earlier, it was full of incomprehensible contradictions.
"But..."
She furrowed her brows, her gaze sweeping over the boundless library.
"The power you control now... isn’t that strong enough?"
"Theoretically speaking, your strength should already surpass that of the First Generation King who existed only for three minutes, right?"
This wasn’t an exaggerated statent.
Upon further reflection, the First Generation King back then was indeed not as strong as Deng now.
The First Generation King’s performance was indeed powerful, destroying the earlier civilization within three minutes, but ultimately, its destructive force and influence were just confined to within the Solar System—a galaxy-level standard at best.
But Deng?
Deng herself previously ntioned that in this great Cosmic Library, one pen stroke in the text of a book is a complete... infinite universe, each character contains infinite strokes, and endless changes occur every mont.
On one page, there are infinitely changing characters at any ti, a book has infinite pages, and like the strokes, infinite versions erge as ti goes by.
And on the bookshelf, such books are infinitely existent, similarly, each bookshelf is imnsely large, each layer has infinitely many bookshelves... And the Cosmic Library? It has unimaginable infinite layers and endless transformations.
Yun You’s math skills aren’t great, or rather she never studied math, but she knows that this is an incredibly exaggerated number.
And as the creator and master of the library, Deng is likely an existence beyond what she could imagine.
Controlling such a vast multiverse library, her power could be described as creator-level... The First Generation King’s three-minute feat of destroying the Solar System civilization seems as insignificant as dust before Deng’s power.
Why does such a strong figure still insist on the so-called eighth level of the First Generation King?
"Heh heh."
Deng chuckled lightly, her laughter carrying a hint of understanding, clearly anticipating Yun You’s question.
"Power levels? Destructive range?"
Deng shook her head slightly, explaining, "Those are just superficial."
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