Besides, seriously speaking, could Saints really be created so casually?
Look at all the years that had passed on the Origin Continent—yet to this day, there was only one old Saint, gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
There were indeed quite a few cultivators in the Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, but not a single Saint had emerged.
Between a Quasi-Saint and a Saint lay a watershed.
An utterly fatal watershed.
To become a Saint, the timing, terrain, and human harmony all had to align; not one could be missing.
Peerless talent was the foundation.
Beyond that came fate. Only if one had that fate could one succeed; without it, one would never succeed.
This was the hardest part.
This requirement alone had blocked countless cultivators.
Throughout history, countless Quasi-Saint powerhouses who refused to believe in fate had ultimately died before that gate leading to the Saint Realm.
Third came those blessed with immense fortune.
Such immense fortune was not acquired after birth, but innate.
From the moment one was born, fate and fortune had already been decided.
Therefore, strictly speaking, Saints could not possibly be cultivated through training.
Those meant to emerge would naturally emerge.
Those not meant to emerge would find all effort useless.
Did the many powerhouses of the Origin Continent understand this principle?
Naturally, they did.
Yet they still insisted on making such a grand spectacle of it.
As for the reason—
That was impossible to know.
"Since that is the case, then continue. This is a good chance to thoroughly screen them."
"Those raised in captivity can only be cattle and sheep."
"Only those who fight and kill their way out can become fierce tigers."
"Watch carefully. Since they came, they must have done so willingly. Since it was their own choice, there is