The so-called rogue cultivator was someone with no backer behind them, someone who could only rely on themselves to grope their way forward in everything.
By that definition, all those who had now broken through from Tier 8 Races to the Ninth-Order Supreme Realm actually fell into this category. Those whose strongest members were only at the Mid-Stage Ninth-Order were more or less within this range as well.
For Ninth-Orders like these, their greatest backer was themselves. The rest of their clansmen could not give them any support.
Take the Night Race, for example. Their strongest was Liao Xingfeng. Once Liao Xingfeng fell, the Night Race would drop back to a Tier 8 Race.
If the human race lost Chen Fei, the situation would be even more severe. They would directly become a Tier 7 Race, and because they possessed so many resources, those resources would probably be snatched clean in an instant.
Growth like oil boiling over a raging fire, if there was not enough foundation and strength to receive it, usually did not end well.
This was the two-sided nature of things. Fortunately, Chen Fei had his own trump cards. Right now, his greatest enemy should be that Space Dao Ancestor he had never even met.
If Chen Fei had not wanted to seize the Space Great Dao, this colossal enemy would not have appeared.
But the path of cultivation was, in itself, contending with Heaven and contending with men. If all things under Heaven did not fight, where would you get the resources to provide for your own growth?
Just like this broken plane—even those Ninth-Order Supreme Races with deep foundations had practically all come here. They all needed to fight.
Chen Fei's attempt to seize the Space Great Dao was already a relatively low-risk gamble, and