Hearing this, Xia Ping felt a chill run through his heart. A grand scheme—without a doubt, this was Saint of Creation's truly earth-shaking master plan, spanning countless tens of thousands of years and encompassing innumerable races across the universe.
He had used his own death as the bait, the Map of Heavens' Creation as an aid and safeguard, and Creation Pills and magic treasures as the means to lure the prodigies of countless races.
One could imagine how those racial prodigies could possibly resist such a temptation. Once they consumed a Creation Pill, they would immediately have a chance to advance to Sainthood. Who could withstand that?
After all, advancing through the Saint Realm was extraordinarily difficult, like an ancient man trying to climb to the heavens. Now that there was a thirty percent greater chance, who wouldn't go mad?
In truth, the Creation Pill was merely the bait. What truly mattered was the Saint of Creation's imprint within it. With that imprint, and with the Saint of Creation's experience as assistance—
Those gifted geniuses standing at the pinnacle of their races would naturally be able to advance to Sainthood. It was like adding fuel to a fire, achieving twice the result with half the effort.
Yet those geniuses had not noticed this. They would think that their talents were peerless, that they could break through with ease, and that it was entirely their own credit. That was how they fell into the Saint of Creation's trap.
"Why would Saint of Creation do this? He was already an Invincible Saint, standing at the pinnacle of the universe."
Xia Ping asked.
"It's very simple. He wants to become a god, to be eternal and indestructible, to advance into the God Realm!"
the system said.
The God Realm?!
Xia Ping's body shook.