Elsewhere.
Lan Erman, the Black Mud Wizard, and the top powerhouses from the surrounding regions were holding a serious evaluation meeting inside a hall beside the square.
"A Fifth-Order genius in their teens?"
A powerhouse who had rushed over urgently, clad from head to toe in Dark Red Lava Armor, spoke as the representative. "Even throughout our long years, with High-Dimensional Space-Time covering civilized regions at a rate of one day per hundred years, allowing thousands of civilizations to iterate rapidly every day and produce vast numbers of geniuses, such a cultivation speed is still difficult to imagine—indeed, unbelievable."
Just like other high-dimensional civilizations beyond their borders.
The strongest among them would also use "High-Dimensional Space-Time" to cover a stretch of land, allowing mortals to rapidly renew and iterate through Birth, Aging, Sickness, and Death.
Meanwhile, beings like them continued living at normal speed.
After all, even gods would not seek death. They could only survive two or three months in such extreme High-Dimensional Space-Time; who would be foolish enough to enter it? They merely used it to make mortals frantically cycle through life and death, accelerating the emergence of talented individuals within civilization.
And how vast and boundless was the Abyssal Blue Divine Domain? Thousands of civilizations had settled here, and nearly every day, some fairly remarkable geniuses emerged.
At that moment, a deity enveloped in deep blue light said calmly, "They reached this level in their teens, and only gained their power a few hours ago. They must have inherited a civilization's legacy. Ordinary inheritances could not produce such explosive progress, but they cultivate the power of the human heart."
"But it is extremely strange and evil." Lan Erman spoke then, his gaze turning toward Viola outside, who was still lively as she told stories to the gathered