A Rogue Cultivator was someone with no backer behind them, someone who could only rely on themselves to feel their way forward.
By that definition, all those who had broken through from Eighth Order Tribes into the Ninth Order Supreme Realm now fell into this category. Those whose strongest members were only at the Ninth Order Mid Stage were more or less the same.
For Ninth Order cultivators like them, their greatest support was themselves. Their fellow clansmen could offer them no reliance whatsoever.
Take the Night Clan. Liao Xingfeng was their strongest member. If Liao Xingfeng fell, the Night Clan would drop back into an Eighth Order Tribe.
If humanity lost Chen Fei, the situation would be even worse. They would directly become a Seventh Order Tribe, and with the vast resources they possessed, they would likely be stripped clean in an instant.
Growth as fierce as oil poured onto blazing flames, without sufficient foundations and strength to bear it, generally did not end well.
That was the two-sided nature of all things. Fortunately, Chen Fei had cards up his sleeve. His greatest enemy now was likely that Space Dao Ancestor he had never met.
If Chen Fei had not intended to seize the Space Great Dao, he would never have acquired such a colossal enemy.
But the Path of Cultivation had always been a struggle against heaven and against people. If one fought for nothing in all creation, where would one find the resources to sustain one's own growth?
Take this Broken Plane. Even those Ninth Order Supreme Races with profound foundations had nearly all come here. They all needed to fight for it.
Chen Fei's attempt to seize the Space Great Dao was already considered low risk, while the ultimate rewards were astonishing.
If any other Ninth