Adam was right. Without sixty years in the Main World and millennia in the Small World, allowing humanity to gradually digest the technology and ideas left behind, there was no way they could have kept up with his pace.
Given humanity's condition when it first won the game, there had not been the slightest possibility of keeping up with him.
Humanity would only have been dragged toward unknown coordinates like puppets on strings, pulled along by their own will. Every step would have been precise, yet utterly passive.
They might even have been forced to grow too quickly. Their civilization's foundations would have exploded in strength over a short period, but in reality, they would merely have drawn in advance on a thousand years of future development potential.
It was like a muscleman fattened with veterinary drugs: his head grew sharper and sharper, while everything below grew weaker and weaker.
But now, everything was just right.
Humanity's technological evolution had reached a bottleneck. There was no possibility of another major leap in the short term, allowing them to devote themselves wholeheartedly to developing in any direction.
The Path of the Gods was progressing steadily as well. No unexpected conflicts had erupted, the tutorials had been organized, and experience had been accumulated. Everything had reached the most suitable stage for a breakthrough.
Once the threat of the Extraterrestrial Alien Race was eliminated, humanity could formally begin communicating with the outside world, absorbing knowledge, progressing, growing, and iterating through collisions between civilizations!
"So there are only five Ancestor Gods left for me to deal with?"
After watching the Five Great Royal Clans repeatedly gain the upper hand, only to be slaughtered one after another by Yu Tie descending from the heavens, Su Mo smacked his lips. He suddenly felt that being absent