Lu Yang and Dao Tianqi could calculate it; 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 arose? It seems you had been preparing for this from the very beginning, Chu Sheng."
"Then let's begin."
The Dao Lords gradually dispersed. Even the Sword Lord no longer attacked Chu Sheng, for 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 we use the Sea of Consciousness of Golden Core True Lords to fill the gaps, we can quickly repair the Ancestral Dragon's damaged Sea of Consciousness."
"Chu Sheng can do this, and naturally the other Dao Lords can too. There is more than one fragment of [Other Shore]; they only need 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. Because if you did not do it while the others did, you would fall behind. When the other Dao Lords raised their positions while you remained where you were, you would become meat on their chopping block!
To fall behind was to be eliminated.
Even killing too few could leave one behind. Once the Dao Lords understood this, they would no longer waste their limited energy fighting their peers.
They would only go slaughter True Lords first!
After all, the more they killed, the farther ahead they would be. Fighting other Dao Lords would only be like the snipe and clam grappling while the fisherman reaped the reward—utterly meaningless.
An open and aboveboard scheme!