Lu Yang and Dao Tianqi could deduce this much; naturally, the Dao Lords could as well.
"A fitting description."
"Back then, True Lords were simply True Lords. There was no such term as Golden Core. Who knew when it first arose? It seemed you had been preparing for this all along, Chu Sheng."
"Then let's begin."
The Dao Lords gradually scattered. Even Sword Lord no longer attacked Chu Sheng, because there was no point in doing so. It might even benefit the other Dao Lords.
"This is an arms race."
In the Netherworld, Lu Yang gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "As long as the Sea of Consciousness of Golden Core True Lords is used to fill it, the damage to the Ancestral Dragon's Sea of Consciousness can be repaired quickly."
"Chu Sheng can do this, and naturally the other Dao Lords can as well. There is more than one fragment of [Other Shore]; all they need is to obtain one."
Under such circumstances, every Dao Lord had no choice but to join the race—to slaughter, to harvest the Seas of Consciousness of True Lords. If you did not do it while the others did, then you would fall behind. Once the other Dao Lords raised their positions while you remained where you were, you would become meat on their chopping block!
Those who fell behind would be eliminated.
Even killing too few might cause one to fall behind. Once the Dao Lords understood this, they would no longer waste their limited energy fighting their peers.
They would go kill True Lords first!
After all, the more they killed, the further ahead they would be. Fighting other Dao Lords would only be like the snipe and clam locked in battle while the fisherman reaped the gains. It