Jiang Nan had put it that way, so this clearly wasn't some ordinary little skirmish. It was a major move!
With every faction bringing out its trump cards, the great war of the starry sky had begun. The Thousand Star Laws and the rules of the era had all been broken. No one was following the rules anymore!
Strength was the only law. Might made right. That was the truth!
Even though the great war of the starry sky had already begun, the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky still upheld the slave-seed system.
For the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky, the benefits were obvious: they could make slave seeds do the things they didn't want to do themselves!
It was the countless slave seeds struggling in the darkness—their blood and tears, flesh and bones—
that had built the splendor of the entire Thousand Star Era!
Perhaps the system gave the weak the right to survive, but it also robbed them of their possibilities!
Under the slave-seed system, the weak could only remain weak. They were enslaved for life, squeezed of every last bit of surplus value until they died. That wasn't living!
Some slave seeds had never truly lived, not even once in their entire lives!
The slave-seed system was absolutely not the right answer to the rules of the era!
On the contrary, it was a cancer, a bane upon the entire era!
One of the main reasons the Thousand Star Era had developed so slowly, far behind the Eternal Era, was the slave-seed system!
It had consumed the era's potential ahead of time in exchange for temporary glory!
Just look at the Eternal Era. It had no slave-seed system, yet hadn't it lasted more than five billion years just fine?
Only when a hundred schools contended