Arrogance was the root of their failure.
That was how the Corporate Slave failed.
Wenren Sheng personally watched him choose among the four doors. The prompt had clearly told him that one of them was the Primordial Calamity.
Yet he saw it as an opportunity.
"That's the Primordial World."
"Within a calamity lies the chance to become a saint!"
"The Longhan First Calamity, the Dao-Demon War, the tripartite rivalry of the three clans, the Lich Kalpa—they directly determined the rise of one saint after another!"
"If Zhunti and Jie Yin hadn't contributed during the Lich Kalpa, how could they have gained the Heavenly Dao's recognition? How could the Western Sect they founded have enabled them to become saints?"
"Nether River founded the Asura Cult too, so why couldn't he make it?"
Thus, he was brimming with confidence. The power he had accumulated from 1,999 rooms made becoming a saint seem like nothing much.
People really were creatures prone to swelling with pride.
The power he had accumulated was only barely enough to cross the threshold into immortality.
Yet now he actually thought he could become a saint.
Repeated victories easily bred arrogance.
He thought the dangers of the Primordial World would be just like those described in novels.
Wenren Sheng could only say that most Primordial World stories he had read were power-fantasy tales. He had never read the dark Primordial World genre, or the realistic Primordial World genre.
Wenren Sheng himself had been there.
He understood how a low-level immortal survived in the Primordial World.
The truth was, they lived from day to day.
That was also why the power ceiling of the Primordial World had been repeatedly lowered.
The Heavenly Dao had done so for the inheritance and safety of Civilization.
Thus, in the end, saints stopped appearing.