Adam was right. Without the sixty years in the Main World and the thousand-plus years of accumulation in the Small World, which had allowed humanity to gradually absorb the technologies and ideas left behind, there had been absolutely no way humanity, in the state it was in when it first won the game, could have kept pace with him.
Humanity would only have been like puppets on strings, dragged by its own will toward unknown coordinates, every step precise yet utterly passive.
It might even have suffered from forced growth—its civilizational foundation exploding in a short time, while in truth it had prematurely borrowed against the next thousand years of development potential.
Like a musclebound man fattened up on veterinary drugs: his head growing sharper and sharper while everything below steadily withered.
But now, everything was just right.
Humanity's technological development had reached a bottleneck. There was no possibility of another major leap in the short term, allowing it to devote itself wholeheartedly to development in any direction.
The Path of the Gods had also been proceeding steadily, with no unforeseen conflicts erupting. The organization of teaching materials and the accumulation of experience had all reached the most suitable stage for a breakthrough.
Once the threat of the Extraterrestrial Alien Race was eliminated, humanity could formally begin engaging with the outside world, and amid the clashes between civilizations, absorb, advance, grow, and iterate!
"So that means 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 by one by Yu Tie descending from the heavens, Su Mo smacked his lips. Suddenly, being absent for over sixty years did not seem like such a bad thing.
Even if he had successfully fused