"What do you mean?"
Dago frowned tightly. This was the first time he had encountered such an idealistic theory of cultivation.
"Simply put, every so often, he cast a prophecy out into the world."
Alazan patiently explained, "The more terrifying the strength of the person he prophesied about, the wider the scope of the event involved, and the longer the span of time before the prophecy came true...
Then, when that prophecy finally came to pass, the greater and more immense the karmic power he received in return all at once!"
"You can think of those prophecy wizards as a special kind of 'fruit farmer' wandering along the edge of the river of time."
"The only thing they need to do is precisely plant a seed called 'fate' at the right moment."
"After that, they just need to hide somewhere safe and quietly wait for that seed to sprout and grow into a tree through the fermentation of karma.
"Until, in the end, it bears that fruit of fate containing immense power... and then they swallow it in one bite."
Dago blinked as he listened.
It truly was the first time in his life he had heard of such a miraculous, almost cheating-like method of cultivation!
There was no need for endless, tedious meditation like his, no need for life-and-death battle training as if licking blood from a blade, nor any need to risk one's life in secret realms to fight over resources!
All they needed to do was flap their lips and casually boast to some important figure.
As long as the boast came true, their strength would naturally skyrocket like a rocket launch?
"...Then what if his prophecy ultimately failed? For example, if the person involved forcibly changed his own fate?"
Dago keenly seized upon the greatest loophole