The Jade Emperor's corpse was held aloft by Lin Shen, swaying left and right amidst the spatial tremors, like willow branches swaying in the wind.
"Your strength is formidable, but unfortunately, your consciousness is still at an ordinary person's level. You think that battle is simply about fighting and killing, wielding knives and guns. Such ignorant notions are rooted deep in your soul, making you like a nouveau riche who, despite possessing wealth beyond measure, believes that not licking the yogurt lid is extravagant."
"But it's not entirely your fault; your mind was punished by the Great Universe and has never truly been rich, so it's normal for you not to realize this problem," the Jade Emperor's voice echoed in Lin Shen's ears, with no hint of derision, yet it still sounded grating to him.
