Although their class structure had solidified, with generation after generation of saints emerging only from the Saintly Families,
competition between the Saintly Families remained fierce.
Each of them had once dominated an era, walking the mortal world and crushing Saint Children and Saintesses one after another, invincible in their day!
But after becoming saints and standing high above all others, their hearts had grown old. Their golden years had already passed.
Tens of millions of years had gone by. They no longer had the energy or confidence. Accompanied by death, apprehension, and fear, they no longer dared to make a fresh charge or compete with the mortals of this era.
"We..."
"Senior, we have learned much."
They lowered their heads slightly.
They were ordinary saints. In their eyes, whoever now controlled the vast Seaweed Universe had to be an incomparably powerful Multidimensional Saint.
The other party's words of awakening were undoubtedly meant in kindness.
They truly had long since become steeped in the air of twilight. Their youthful, hot-blooded years had already become relics of the past.
"Heroes grow old. But do your young hearts still remain?" Emperor Lord looked at them. What he wanted was not a group of decrepit old beings in their twilight years.
If they were still bald programmers in their forties or fifties, Xu Zhi did not want them.
"If you lack the resolve to shatter everything old, if you lack Long Hong's resolve to descend into the mortal realm, become the lowliest woodcutter, slaughter your way to the Heavenly Court, and overthrow yourself, then you will inevitably be eliminated by the new era. You will not be able to compete with the prodigies of the new era."
Xu Zhi smiled and stepped aside, opening a path. "I have said all there is to say.