"But this really is the best method."
"As for the risks..."
"What can be done without risks?"
"There are so many people in the Myriad Heavens. Once the war breaks out as expected, the dead will no longer be counted in tens of thousands."
"They will be counted in hundreds of millions!"
"Or even trillions!"
"Judging the overall scale from the Eye Demon Clan."
"Even if the Extraterrestrial Evil God Race lacks the ability to conquer the Myriad Heavens, conquering half of it—or a third—is still within their capabilities."
"Even the smallest continents have tens of billions of people."
"Better continents have hundreds of billions."
"Even better ones have trillions."
"The Ten Great Supercontinents are like that."
"Which one doesn't have trillions of people?"
"And that isn't even counting the other races."
"Dragons, phoenixes, tigers, leopards, bears, rats, and so on."
"Even if it is only a third."
"Or a quarter, or a fifth."
"Let's round it down to a fifth. That would still be two thousand continents. On average, there should be several million trillion, perhaps even tens of millions of trillions of people, along with other races no less numerous than that, who would all die—or, at best, be displaced."
"If we want to stop this from happening."
"Taking risks—isn't that the inevitable price?"
Lu Yuan was not the sort of good person who would sacrifice himself to save others. After all, there was a difference between a sanctimonious do-gooder and a good person—more precisely, a sage. A sanctimonious do-gooder was someone who saw a hungry hawk and used morality to pressure someone else into cutting off flesh to feed it. A sage, meanwhile, saw a hungry hawk and cut flesh from his own body to feed it. Lu Yuan hated the former, but not the latter. More