Moreover, everyone knew that an ordinary aberration following a single rule was already troublesome enough.
Yet troublesome as it was, there was still a way to break it.
But if one encountered those aberrations with multiple rules, surviving became exceedingly difficult.
Because you had no idea whether any action of yours might violate one of their rules.
White Bone Ridge was precisely such a place.
The aberrations within were not merely numerous.
The rules they carried were numerous as well.
Generally speaking, there were only two ways to overcome rules.
One was to act according to the aberrations' rules. As long as you did not violate them, you could remain at peace indefinitely.
Aberrations absolutely could not break their own rules.
Otherwise, they would instantly be punished by the entire Heaven Burial Ground.
The second way was to ignore the rules and directly crush all the aberrations with overwhelming strength.
The downside of that approach was that you would become the enemy of every aberration.
The aberrations throughout Heaven Burial Ground, even the Old Gods, would be filled with hostility toward you.
Because you had violated Heaven Burial Ground's rules.
Under such circumstances, even if you luckily killed one or two aberrations,
the final outcome would not be good.
You would still be discovered by more aberrations and ultimately killed.
Thus, neither of these outcomes could truly be considered good.
It was precisely because of this that more than half the people who came to Heaven Burial Ground would die.
Yet every day, people still streamed here without end.
Simply because the rewards here were far too abundant.
Just like at this moment, a head had appeared before them.
It seemed that after its owner died, the head had been severed and fallen to the ground, while all the flesh