Already on the Winner's Podium Before the Race Began

At the moment the calamity began, ninety thousand different colors burst into your mind, and a voice cried out in your consciousness, telling you to choose one. If you did not make a choice within the next half minute, one would be assigned at random.

You did not particularly care which one you chose, but curiosity got the better of you. You used Future Prediction and waited for it to assign one automatically.

Flesh yellow.

You: ...

After a long silence, you actively chose sky blue.

Next, although you had no intention of competing for that Desolate Fruit, you still checked the height of the divine light in your mind.

After the calamity began, everyone possessed an initial amount of divine light. An ordinary mortal's divine light was generally only as large as a spark left after a piece of firewood had burned out. Fifth Realm Beginner Stage was one zhang high, while Sixth Realm First Heaven ranged from five to ten zhang high depending on Dao Seal Quality.

The further things went, the harder it became to increase that height. If five-zhang divine light defeated another five-zhang divine light, it could ultimately only grow to six zhang.

Even the Heavenly Crafted Bodies of those True Immortals with seventy-two Dao Seals were generally only a hundred zhang high.

You remembered reading before about the divine light heights of the Desolate Fruit winners from the past several hundred editions. The shortest had been seven thousand six hundred zhang, while the tallest had reached nineteen thousand four hundred zhang.

Then you saw that your divine light's initial height was four hundred and thirty... thousand zhang.

Even if it were shaved down until only the remainder was left, it would still be enough to take first place.

Is this right?

*You gave someone