"So it was true..."
Hearing this, Feng Boping showed no joy. Instead, he sighed softly and said, "Do not mention this before outsiders. This realm is special. It allows one to condense divine blood, shed mortality, and become a god. The children born of the God Race all inherit a little of their ancestors' physique. From childhood, they cultivate at extraordinary speed, each with talent comparable to a ninth grade battle body in the Mortal World!"
A ninth grade battle body was already the highest aptitude in the Mortal World, enough to make someone famous throughout a province.
Li Hao had not expected Old Feng to know the God Race's secrets as well. Puzzled, he asked:
"In that case, isn't it a good thing?"
"It certainly is, but it is also a disaster."
Feng Boping shook his head. "The God Race cultivates extraordinarily fast, and its branches spread far too quickly. Every descendant can follow the path of extreme dao sanctification, but the Ultimate Dao requires slaughter and the deliverance of departed souls. Once the God Race reaches a certain population, or even everyone belongs to it, what will the world become?"
Li Hao paused. He had never considered that carefully.
But as he listened to Old Feng, his expression shifted.
"In the Lands of the Saints, members of the God Race were once born in the earliest days. Their descendants multiplied and prospered, but as their numbers grew, they began competing against one another. To attain extreme dao sanctification, they did not hesitate to deliberately provoke calamities. Wars broke out constantly, and disaster spread to numerous small worlds. They were even worse than the Buddhist Sect today..."
Feng Boping glanced at Li Hao. "Although that progenitor of the God Race had no such intention, he could not control so