The moment the system heard Yao Zhi's words, it replied mechanically, "Host, that agreement has nothing to do with the System or the Heavenly Dao."
"What do you mean by that?" Yao Zhi asked in surprise.
"The 10% of your merit points didn't go to the Heavenly Dao," the System replied flatly.
Hearing this, Yao Zhi was taken aback. "Wait, if the merit points didn't go to the Heavenly Dao, then where did they go?"
"Host, the merit points were taken by this world's consciousness."
"World consciousness?" Yao Zhi felt that her brain cells were lagging, and it took her a while to process the information. "You mean the golden tree I saw in my dream is not the Heavenly Dao?"
After a moment of silence, the System asked, "Host, do you think the Heavenly Dao is so free that you can see it so easily?"
Even though the mechanical voice was flat and showed no emotion, Yao Zhi could swear that she heard disdain in it.
