Eight paths to the heavens took clear shape in Qin Chuan's matter-of-fact account.
The radiance of Divinity around Night Cherry Tangle, Season Star, Dawn, and Mirror grew more solid than ever before.
A clear, magnificent goal had given their newborn Godheads a firm anchor.
The avatars of the Lord of Lies and the other three ancient gods fell silent for a long time.
They had existed for countless ages, yet they had never seen a vision so audacious.
Just when everyone thought that was the entire plan, Qin Chuan spoke again.
"Those eight paths are only the foundation."
The tension that had just begun to ease snapped taut again.
Only the foundation?
Dragon Soaring World felt his heart skip a beat.
That world-shaking blueprint was only the beginning?
"Guild leader, do you mean..."
Season Star's computational core raced, but even she could not predict what Qin Chuan intended next.
"Have you ever wondered why so few people succeed on the Ladder to Godhood provided by the Apocalypse System?"
Qin Chuan let the question hang.
It sent the Demigods and gods present into thought.
The Apocalypse's Ladder to Godhood was the only route from the Peak Holy Domain to the Divine Realm.
But that route was less a ladder than an uncrossable chasm.
Even the most gifted players could only exhaust the last of their lives before it, trapped in despair.
"That isn't a path. It's a cliff."
Qin Chuan gave his answer.
"That kind of selection process is wasteful by nature."
"Countless beings are stuck at the Peak Holy Domain. They have nowhere to go, yet they cannot bear to fade into obscurity. The despair and resentment that build up in them make fertile ground for Sloth and wrath. And if they become corrupted, they pose a far greater threat