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"I never imagined that even the world of immortals would be so tragically competitive. Competition truly exists everywhere. When we launched the Nine Provinces War, how many people do you think would have been selected? How many people from Fellow Daoist Xin's small world made it up?" The High God selected people within the small worlds; it was impossible not to go up. The Nine Provinces War was precisely meant to determine who was best suited to become a servant boy who swept and cleaned. It was also a path toward greater achievements. Otherwise, one could only grow old and die in the Nine Provinces.
"I'm not entirely sure about your side, after all. Most of the immortals who ascended had solid inheritances and foundations. Sometimes more went up, and sometimes fewer did. There was no certainty to it. I feel that you'll definitely be granted godhood. Of course, if you die in the Nine Provinces War, you naturally won't be able to ascend." Xin Shinian spoke calmly.
"If you were given another chance to ascend, would you still go?" I was curious about Xin Shinian's thoughts, but her answer surprised me. "Why wouldn't I? If I don't ascend, what can I do here? Rather than enter the six paths of reincarnation and risk becoming some cat or dog, I'd rather stake everything on one throw and see just how far I can go."
I looked at Xin Shinian and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Xin, what if you ascend and remain like this? What will you do then?"
"This... won't happen. I can try another method." Xin Shinian clenched her fists, looking as though she could do it. She seemed to have made up her mind this time. I didn't know why she thought that way, but soon, one sentence