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Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly and stood there in silence. He did not speak, only pondered Weird Buddha's words inwardly. He did not trust Weird Buddha very much, so for the moment, he could not tell whether those words were true or false.
But they did not sound like fabricated nonsense. They seemed to have some basis.
As far as he knew, however, the Fifth-Grade Immortal Realm should not yet have such an Ascension Path. In other words, Weird Buddha, in his prime, had at least been an existence from the Sixth-Grade Immortal Realm or above. Yet for some reason, he had fallen so low that he was now seeking opportunities on a First-Grade Continent.
If Weird Buddha was telling the truth—
Then was the competition on High-Grade Continents not a little too intense? One rule only allowed one person to ascend to that Supreme Position. Among continents as numerous as the hairs on an ox, only so many Supreme Positions could be born. The slaughter involved was hundreds of times more brutal than the struggle at birth.
"What exactly is a rule?"
Fat Dragon, seated nearby, no longer spoke in that sarcastic, needling tone. He had been drawn in by these words. After pondering for a long while, he finally said, "Is this rule like choosing Traits, where there's some framework and you choose a rule you want to abide by within it?"
"Or is the rule self-created?"
"Self-created."
"Wouldn't that be too chaotic?" Fat Dragon frowned. "For example, if the rule I set is that I have to eat three bowls of shit every day, could I really rely on that rule to reach the Supreme Position?"
"A Shit Immortal?"
"No one would compete with me over that rule, right? Even if someone did, what about