Facing these zealots, some objectors didn't know what to say.
The stakes were too enormous, and anything said seemed futile. After hearing it so often, even the initial objectors themselves gradually agreed.
"Yes, we're gambling with the fate of the world anyway, so why not gamble on a path that could elevate us!"
This was a frenzy across Purple Cloud Star, with countless Cultivators joining in, losing themselves in the excitement.
However, some sighed, "Heaven won't just drop pies on us. With such huge benefits, is there truly no cost? Do we really have the time to wait until we use it to become an Eighth Realm or even higher realm powerhouse? Besides, even if an Eighth Realm appears, in an inter-realm war, it would only prevent us from becoming mere ants..."
Regrettably, no one listened.
After all, for most Cultivators, this newfound body was a pie falling from the sky, an exceptionally delicious pie.
Once tasted, they could never give it up.
