Outside Nande Space, the Human Race's True Venerables and True Lords discussed the Dao and worked out plans with abandon.
Ever since they had captured two large and one small Asura warships, everyone had realized that the war had entered its final countdown.
But no one really cared about that—not even a lone True Venerable. If they could not win, could they not still flee?
More than forty True Venerables were present now, along with four True Lords... Did they even need to consider how the Asuras might react?
What really mattered was that their differing understandings of the rules had turned the discussion into a complete mess.
Some True Venerables had initially considered their grasp of the rules insufficient and had only planned to listen in.
But after Feng Jun set the terms, they could no longer muddle through. They were too embarrassed to leave, so they could only resolve to listen more and speak less, trying not to make mistakes—True Venerables did not particularly fear exposing their shortcomings; they were mainly worried about damaging their sect's or family's reputation.
That had been the plan, but reality proved different.
Many True Venerables who had felt uncertain listened to the others for a while, then soon began arguing again. They abruptly realized something—damn it, your understanding was not necessarily better than mine.
Strictly speaking, that was an illusion. Different factions inherited different traditions, so their comprehension of the rules naturally varied as well.
There was no universal standard for understanding the rules, and the process of gaining insight differed from person to person.
There were three thousand Great Daos. Who could guarantee which path would make it easiest to reach the end? Or even... reach it faster?
No one dared slap their chest and make such a guarantee. Before seeing