"If this had been before Time Flow began, we would have had other options."
Watching his companion, who had "suddenly" matured before his eyes along with the passage of time, Lu PingAn fell into thought.
Ten years was not merely a catalyst for growth; it was also a fairly long stretch of life. Once "youth" became intertwined with war and disaster, it might not be such a good thing after all.
If he were being rational, following Lu Mouren's usual style, now that they had secured the benefits while the situation kept escalating, it should have been time to leave.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Another demigod has entered the battlefield."
News about the "fragments" was becoming increasingly scarce, but the fighting on the front lines was growing ever more brutal.
This was not the "Edge World" Lu PingAn had encountered before. Neither side was restricted here. Forget Rule-level beings—even demigods could appear on the battlefield at any moment.
But from another perspective, the world's abundance had also allowed the Professionals living within it to grow rapidly. Those Law Decree Peaks and Quasi-Rules could not possibly have been cultivated even over ten years on Earth.
In this world, with nearly limitless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures as well as opportunities, if one still could not grow stronger, then there truly was no hope left.
Lu PingAn vaguely realized that his "companions" likely could no longer withdraw whenever they pleased. What they owed was not merely Karma to this world, but also debts of connections and favors to countless people.
Back then, when Lu Mouren had still been a "newcomer," he would definitely have chosen to leave.
But now, both he and his companions were bound far too deeply to this ocean.
This time, everyone had wagered far too much. They might make