Saint Zhunti's Idea, Five Saints Dominate the Game! What Exactly Were They Trying to Do?

Nuwa had guessed the answer, but the price of that answer was far too great.

Have trillions of players willingly sacrifice their flesh and blood to build an ark, to become part of the ark?

Who would be willing?

Without the backing of a Saint's identity, who could persuade that many people to die?

And who had the right to decide who lived and who died?

Venerable Yuanshi remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, breaking the dead silence. His voice was several shades heavier than before, as though he were carefully weighing every word. "If the answer really is as Junior Sister said, then what comes next will be even harder.

Who can we turn to?

There are indeed very few great powers in the Primordial Wilderness who can command trillions of living beings, but even if there are, who would be willing to step forward and bear such infamy?

Trade the flesh and blood of trillions of living beings for victory in a game."

Daoist Zhunti suddenly gave a bitter laugh. "There's an even more practical problem.

No matter who we choose, they'll first have to gather trillions of players, then convince them to die.

How do you convince them?

Tell them it's a game mechanic and that they can revive after death.

But those players have already died seven times and revived seven times. Do you think they'll still believe it?

What's more, once we reveal our identities, everyone will know.

Heavenly Dao Saints are playing the Great Flood.

Dignified Saints, trapped by a game, and now calling on players to sacrifice themselves to help Saints clear it.

If word gets out, where will we put our faces?"

Another silence followed.

Zhunti's words were blunt, but they struck at the sore spot of every Saint