"Then... Lu Wenzhao, what exactly is a god like?"

"What do you think?" Lu Wenzhao asked back.

Lu Kongxing thought about the image of the immortals he saw in those verbal books and said hesitantly.

"Do you have the world in your heart? Love all living beings?"

But Lu Wenzhao shook his head.

"If you only think about others and make others happy, then what's the point of becoming an immortal?"

Lukongxing: "…"

What you said makes sense!

He heard the immortal walking beside him speak slowly, his tone as if he described the glass jade trees and gold and silver birds to him when he was in the Xishan Palace that day.

"In the eyes of the world, immortals are riding dragons and playing iron flutes, crossing phoenixes to travel to fairy mountains, hanging on the waist, hanging on the qi flower swords and wearing clothes, and wearing jade grass, which can live for thousands of years, and the light and the sun and the moon are long... but this is just a manifestation."

"The most important thing to become an immortal is..."

Lu Wenzhao stopped and turned to Lu Kongxing, his figure was reflected in his black eyes.

"You have to have—"

"Private."
Chapter completed!