Yet the Federation's unique fortune gave them hope.
With Golden Dragon, a Sovereign, present, they could never occupy the Federation's fertile land and share in its fortune. But they could absolutely blood-sacrifice all living beings and refine the fortune of the masses from them.
Such things were nothing rare in Ancient Cosmos.
As early as when Zhao Cheng had first come into contact with Ancient Cosmos, he had discovered that its myriad races would blood-sacrifice the lives of an entire universe at the drop of a hat, refining all manner of resources from them.
Of course, blood sacrifice was not unique to Ancient Cosmos. Even tracing time back countless years, ever since the question of life's inherent value had existed, things akin to blood sacrifice had been inevitable.
Even on Earth.
To those not of one's own kind, so-called life was merely a resource.
If a species was rare, it was sent to a zoo. If it was exquisitely delicious, it was bred in bulk and sent to farms, slaughterhouses...
This was not evil. It was merely the survival of the fittest, the strong devouring the weak!
It was nature's law, the universe's rule.
It was the Dao!
A grand and righteous Dao!
Thus, even someone as upright in the Great Dao as Blood Saint, an Eternal One whose Dao was grand and radiant, would still directly blood-sacrifice all living beings whenever he needed to replenish his strength.
For those beings were not his kin. In his eyes, they were nothing but lambs, no different from humans eating pork.
And at this moment, these peak Half-Sovereigns did not seek an endless supply. They merely wanted to seize one haul and leave.
When one whale falls, ten thousand things are born...
When the Cosmic Federation fell, what followed would surely be