Jiang Chen had not expected the reincarnators to be so ambitious either. A barely cobbled-together Heavenly Sacrifice was enough to curse a Yin God to death.
Yet they actually wanted to hold a Heavenly Sacrifice of the highest order.
Leaving aside whether they could truly become gods on the spot, the offerings required alone would be an astronomical amount.
"Wait, Tie Zhu. Even at their peak, the Nine Provinces had to give everything they had to barely scrape together one Heavenly Sacrifice. Do reincarnators all love daydreaming?"
Tie Zhu shook his head. "Dad, this is what you don't understand. Their methods are wild, beyond what ordinary people can imagine."
"Let me put it this way."
"At my peak, I was a Nine-Step King too. I might not have been as strong as your King of Reincarnation, but even in that era, I was a big name in the business."
"A powerhouse like me worked himself to the bone and even reluctantly sold his body, yet still couldn't gather enough materials for a Grand Sacrifice."
"But those bugs, the reincarnators, can find a way to gather enough for a Grand Sacrifice in almost every lifetime and keep reincarnating."
"Their circle is very mysterious. Some are even older than me, and others have lived for more years than anyone could count. They know far too much. How does that saying go? Knowledge is power!"
"Don't overthink it, Dad. I really wasn't taking a dig at you."
"Besides, so what if you're uneducated? I still have to call you Dad, don't I..."
Jiang Chen understood. The reincarnators' information channels far surpassed those of the Netherworld, the Dao Alliance, or indeed any organization in the world.
Through those channels, they could obtain offerings more easily.
At the same time, over their repeated reincarnations, these