All the Cosmos Rulers knew that even if their universe won in the end, only the cultivators of their own race would survive.
But not a single Cosmos Ruler would be stupid enough to tell the other cultivators in their universe this secret.
They likewise had never imagined that the dignified voice that had always told them what to do would, at this final moment, directly announce that secret to everyone.
Clearly, the other party had done it on purpose—precisely to make the cultivators of each universe and their rulers grow estranged.
In that instant, every platform fell into chaos.
One cultivator after another who did not come from the rulers' race nearly went mad in that instant.
The One Thousand Eighty-Six Universe where Song Zhong was located was no exception.
"We're doomed to die?"
"We're not of the Cosmos Ruler's race. Even if our universe wins in the end, we still have to die."
"Why is it like this? No cultivator ever told us."
"If that's the case, what meaning is there in fighting to the death?"
"We're fighting the Human Race!"
"Damn it, if we're going to die anyway, why should we fight? Why should we benefit the Human Race!"
Song Zhong listened to the furious roars of the cultivators around him, yet his expression remained unchanged. Their Human Race was the least affected.
After all, the fact that their universe had made it this far was almost entirely due to him. The strength of the other cultivators in their universe was much weaker than that of other universes.
"If you don't want to keep fighting, then stay where you are and wait for death.
If you continue fighting, though you will die, those among your race who are not cultivators can live.
When the time comes, I