"The dead were playing gods and ghosts!"
Xu Zimo spoke calmly.
"And yet, so many people were willing to worship and contemplate them again?"
Black Mountain Old Demon explained, "Actually, no one had been willing at first. After all, the gods of old were ultimately dead. Who would want to deal with the dead and compromise with them?"
"But later, everyone discovered that these gods of old were extremely familiar with the Heaven Burial Ground."
"With their help, many people who entered would suffer far fewer casualties."
"And they could also obtain quite a few good things. Moreover, strange entities ran rampant throughout the Heaven Burial Ground. With their protection, those strange entities would not dare act recklessly."
"Thus, one force took the lead, becoming the first to eat the crab, and reaped tremendous profits."
"After that, more and more people became willing to compromise with them."
"The alliance that many people had initially formed was also effortlessly dismantled from within."
Upon hearing Black Mountain Old Demon's words, Xu Zimo did not even need to think to know the outcome.
Even if everyone knew that this was the conspiracy—or even an open scheme—of those gods of old,
they would still compromise.
Because that was human nature.
As long as there were benefits, there would always be people who disregarded the bigger picture; as long as there were benefits, no principles would matter.
If you refused to compromise, there were plenty of others who would.
So-called alliances were the most laughable things.
To put it bluntly, when one person was greedy, everyone condemned him.
But if everyone was greedy, then if you alone were not, you would be unable to gain a foothold. You would become the public enemy.
"My lord, hurry inside."
"Regardless of the gods or anything else, these