Because all the divine seats were already occupied.
Then if you wanted to become a god, your only option was to kill one. But without a divine spark, you could at most be a demigod, so how could you kill your superior? Even if, through power that defied the heavens, you managed to condense a half-step divine spark within yourself while its divine seat was already occupied, you would never be able to advance. You would spend your whole life stuck at that threshold.
And this was probably also why no one in this New World had ever achieved apotheosis.
First, because of the Great Purge that Painter and those Ravens had carried out against the Main Universe.
Second, perhaps because all the divine sparks born afterward had been corralled into that crystal garden, completely blocking the advancement of those below them.
And the direct result of this was...
There were no more true gods in the world!
That way, no matter how strong you were, you could never stand unrivaled across the cosmos, because someone in this world could always cultivate to the same level and compete with you on equal footing.
Lynn opened his eyes and said:
"And now, the Great Purge mechanism is gone, Painter can barely save himself, and most of the Shattered World's rules gods have already perished."
"If that isn't an opportunity, what is?!"
With a serious expression, Lynn pushed the box in his hands forward, placing it before everyone.
"I don't have a divine spark, that's true."
"But I can give everyone a shortcut to apotheosis."
"If you can glimpse even a tiny corner of my firstborn power, I believe it will be an enormous improvement for every one of you."
The entire Conference Hall fell silent.
Their gazes grew urgent, and they