In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

Whether it was Yitugal or Pokong, the origins of these two were almost enough to suffocate him to death. Instead, he had a bit of indigestion, and the improvement speed was not as fast as he had imagined.

Ling's eyes were empty, and she looked at Zhang Yi mechanically.

"Okay, I've received your wish. Quickly improve your strength."

A large amount of data flashed rapidly in her eyes, probably as she was searching her own database.

After a long moment, she looked at Zhang Yi and said, "First of all, I can't understand the concept of becoming stronger."

"Hey?"

Zhang Yi had a questioning look on his face. "Come on, don't mess around. This is the ultimate weapon of a god-level civilization, after all. Stop playing around with abstractions, okay?"

Ling said, "From the moment I was created, I was the most powerful combat device in the entire universe! So there is no growth process."

Zhang Yi's eyes twitched. "Look at me, look at me! Analyze the situation specifically. Put yourself in my shoes. What advice can you give me?"

Ling pondered for a moment before saying, "According to you, the essence of power is the ability to change the world. Specifically, what you desire is the ability to destroy the original matter of this world."

Zhang Yi thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Isn’t combat effectiveness the power of destruction?

Ling held up two fingers.

"The power of this concept comes from [greed]."

"The stronger the desire, the more likely it is to unleash powerful force and unleash the potential of the [spiritual essence] within the human body."

"But this is limited by its own upper limit. Everyone has their upper limit, just like a kettle of water. How much water can be held depends on the volume of the kettle."

"So, absorbing more spiritual essence doesn't necessarily mean your strength will increase."

Zhang Yi folded his arms and summarized, "In other words, capacity determines the upper limit, while desire is a necessary factor in unleashing potential. Is that correct?"

Ling said, "There is another way to stimulate potential, and it's even more effective than [Desire]. That's [Desirelessness]."

"No desire?"

Zhang Yi suddenly thought of a person, the sage Wang Yangming.

The so-called desirelessness is probably the state of mind that has fully comprehended the way of heaven.

It’s a pity that Zhang Yi is not that kind of person.

But on the other hand, is this what Yang Xinxin is like?

She has always been indifferent to improving her strength, but her strength improves faster than anyone else.

Ling also said: "No desire is not suitable for you, but strong desire is more suitable for you. All the strong desires in your heart will make you stronger!"

“Pride, envy, anger, laziness, greed, gluttony, lust.”

"These seven primordial desires all possess the power to unleash one's potential!"

When she said this, her eyes flickered strangely and her voice became low.

"And the sixth generation of humans is an extremely rare race, a race that has brought all seven of these desires to their fullest potential!"

"You are a species that embodies all the elements of destruction. Even we don't understand why the Creator created you."

"Of all the races, they have the weakest bodies, not particularly high intelligence, but rather a host of shortcomings."

Ling said frankly, "I even feel that you are even more of a failure than the first generation of humans. Because you are just unintelligent beasts, yet you are able to coexist harmoniously."

"On the other hand, according to your historical development trend, you may destroy yourselves without the Creator's intervention."

Zhang Yi crossed his arms, frowned, and looked unconvinced.

"What does it have to do with me whether the sixth generation of humanity should perish? As long as my family and I can live well, that's all that matters. I'm not well-educated, so don't bother talking to me about that nonsense."

It's just a humanoid computer with an angelic heart. Why is it taking philosophy classes with me?

"All I care about now is, can you help me become stronger? Give me some advice, at least!"

With the war approaching, Zhang Yi feels that every improvement in his strength is a guarantee of his own safety.

Ling looked at Zhang Yi and said slowly, "Your talent has reached its limit within the human realm, but what you lack is an understanding of yourself and the world."

"The stronger your cognitive ability, the more you can grasp the power of the spirit and unleash even greater power."

As she spoke, she suddenly pointed her finger at Zhang Yi's forehead, and Zhang Yi felt a chill spreading across his forehead.

"Have you really pushed your abilities to their limit?"

This cool touch seemed to open a door, allowing Zhang Yi to vaguely grasp something.

"Could you be more specific? I don't like playing charades."

Zhang Yi sincerely asked for guidance.

Ling sighed helplessly.

There is no way. After all, spiritual strength is not the same as IQ.

IQ comes from the organism itself.

Even if one has received the highest level of baptism from the Yihen Clan and has pushed his own upper limit to the maximum, he still needs to see people if he wants to make full use of his talents.

If it were Yang Xinxin, she would probably have understood it by now. After all, she is a genius whose IQ is not inferior to Einstein.

There is something to say.

Einstein's IQ is 160, the average person's IQ is around 100, and a dog's IQ is 40.

So sometimes Yang Xinxin really looks at ordinary people like... Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

"Desire is the key to unlocking your potential. The essence of power is the influence of thought on the material world. How you unleash its power reflects your understanding of the world."

“So, let your imagination run wild.”

"How to change the material world. Stand in the universe and look down at this planet, seeing everything from the perspective of the Creator."

Ling slowed down her speech and fed Zhang Yi almost mouthful by mouthful.

Slowly, Zhang Yi began to understand what Ling meant.

"The essence of supernatural powers is the way in which personal desires change the world."

"So when you reach your ultimate state, you'll be like Ling and the giant Druk, omnipotent and able to directly influence everything in the material world. You can even create the world and life."

"That's too far away for me. I'm not there yet. I can't escape from my abilities, time, and space."

"But……"

Zhang Yi closed his eyes and imagined himself in the universe, overlooking the huge aqua-blue planet.

"Spacetime is also the structure of the material world. So why can't I dissect and reconstruct it?"

In Zhang Yi's mind, some things became clearer and more complicated the more he thought about them.

Transparency comes from enlightenment, and complexity comes from the fact that the wider the exposure, the larger the unknown area becomes.

There was a string in his mind, like a flash of inspiration.

The Creator is like a weaver, weaving the entire world with silk strings of thought.

What if he could pluck the strings that make up the world?