Jiang Ping An and Ying Cang looked at each other for a long while.
A faint breeze gently brushed through Ying Cang's hair, breaking the silence.
He let out a long sigh, his tone carrying the weight of countless years.
"The finiteness of resources and the boundlessness of greed doom this world to never know true peace."
"As the most powerful beings in the world, Main Gods consume immense resources. Do you know how many Main Gods the resources of the God Realm can support?"
Ying Cang asked Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An shook his head.
The immense pressure between them dissipated.
Ying Cang's expression turned solemn. "The emergence of us five Main Gods drained roughly one-third of the God Realm's divine power."
"This means that the God Realm can only give birth to around fifteen Main Gods."
"Fifteen Main Gods would drain the God Realm dry. The remaining billions upon billions of living beings would all march toward destruction once they lost divine power."
"Eternal life was always an illusion."
Jiang Ping An's heart jolted upon hearing this.
He knew that becoming a Main God consumed a great deal of divine power, but he had never imagined the consumption would be this enormous.
Just five Main Gods could drain one-third of the God Realm's divine power!
Jiang Ping An seemed to understand something. "Is this why the other Four Great Main Gods sealed off the God Realm and prevented others from becoming Main Gods? Were the Four Great Main Gods protecting the other living beings of the God Realm?"
Ying Cang nodded. "That's right. The four of them sealed the rules of the God Realm and prevented the emergence of other Main Gods. They indeed intended to protect the God Realm."
Jiang Ping An pondered for a moment.