You Didn't Stop Me Just to Trade Information, Did You?

"Whoever wants a Saint Position can have the Points."

"If none of you want one, you can trade the Points to someone else for treasures."

Six-Ears scratched his head.

Others were on the verge of fighting over Saint Positions, yet his master wanted them to trade their Points for treasures.

The difference was simply too great.

Luohou stood atop the World-Destroying Black Lotus and raised no objection to the rules.

Slaughter was what the Devil Dao knew best.

The Demon Race under his command had fought in the Outer Heavens year after year. Their combat strength far surpassed that of ordinary immortals and gods who cultivated in peace.

If Points were truly awarded for combat, the Demon Race held a considerable advantage.

Hongjun waited for everyone to digest the first rule before continuing. "The person with the most Points will receive a Heavenly Dao Saint Position."

"That position may be refined by its recipient or given to someone else."

At those words, many of the mighty could barely contain themselves.

But what Hongjun said next made everyone look up again.

"Once the worlds have finished merging, the Heavenly Dao will also randomly select one participant in the war and grant him a Saint Position."

"Randomly?"

Zhunti hurriedly asked, "Dao Ancestor, neither Points nor Merit will matter?"

"Neither."

Hongjun answered with just one word.

Discussion erupted through the Great Hall.

If the first Saint Position depended on strength, the second came down entirely to luck.

Ordinary Quasi-Saints who had already given up hope now began to entertain the possibility again.

As long as they joined the war, the Heavenly Dao might choose them.

No matter how slim the chance, it was worth risking their lives for.

Niu Ben, however, curled his lip.

So-called randomness merely meant the Heavenly Dao would choose