"Weren't the rules supposed to restrict that?" Yang Fan's pupils contracted slightly.
Sima Pang paused, as though weighing his words.
"If a Demigod's Divine Kingdom is considered the 'Lower Realm,' then a God's Divine Kingdom is the 'Upper Realm.' If followers from the Upper Realm wish to 'descend,' they must pay an unimaginably terrifying price. That only happens under very rare circumstances."
"Don't overthink it. At our level, we're not worth a Foreign-Race God paying such a huge price to target us. Just focus on developing safely." Sima Pang's tone softened. "Most opponents in Divine Kingdom War are still at the same level as us."
Yet Yang Fan fell silent, his thoughts churning.
With the SSS-Rank Evolution Talent, his growth rate was destined to become faster and faster. One day, he might even surpass everyone of his generation.
When that time came, would he still be able to remain safe and sound like this?
The invasion by the Demon Monkey Demigod could only be considered good luck. If it had been another Alien Race, his Divine Kingdom would have been in danger.
Yang Fan slowly clenched his fingers. All at once, he had more thoughts about his future.
Perhaps blindly charging ahead was wrong. Staying alive while moving forward was what mattered.
This world had never lacked geniuses. What it lacked were geniuses who survived to the end.
A sharp edge could shine brilliantly for a time. But the one who truly reached the end was never the brightest blade. It was the one hidden deepest, honed the longest, and never broken.
A thought suddenly arose in Yang Fan's heart. Perhaps he should slow down a little. Be steadier. Be more cautious.
Only by living long enough would he be qualified to go farther.
After thinking for a moment, Yang