"Competing for a world?!"
Xia Ping blinked. In the Central Universe, this was already an everyday occurrence. After all, resources were everything, and every newborn world represented immense resources.
For every race to grow stronger, it had to occupy as many resources and worlds as possible. Thus, whenever a new world was born, extremely fierce conflicts would erupt, leaving countless dead and wounded.
This was also why the Central Universe was known as the Myriad Races Contention Zone. To fight over one more world, conflicts, bloodshed, and racial wars broke out at every moment.
"Will any Saints make a move?"
Xia Ping was worried about that. If Saints intervened, then going there would be nothing more than delivering themselves onto the chopping block.
"No Saints will make a move. According to the Myriad Races Convention, battles for worlds in the Ordinary District may only be fought by mortals below the Saint level. Saints are forbidden from intervening. Whoever violates this will be cast out by all races."
Wei Liangsheng said that Saints would absolutely not act in the Ordinary District.
Saints were simply too great a threat. Once they made a move, they wielded power capable of destroying worlds. How could mortals possibly withstand them?
In fact, during the primordial era, Saints would occasionally intervene, shamelessly entering the fray to fight for spoils. But later, the myriad races realized that if this continued, ordinary people would probably all die out.
Moreover, battles between Saints were extremely terrifying, capable of causing world after world to perish. Not only did they gain nothing from it, they lost quite a few people instead.
After years upon years of compromise, they reached an agreement: Saints could not act in the Ordinary District, and only mortals could compete for it. Regardless of victory or defeat,