That limitation had clear consequences.
With fewer individuals, the likelihood of producing extraordinary geniuses capable of pushing power beyond its limits was significantly reduced.
However, there was also an advantage.
With fewer people to share resources, each individual could receive far greater support, allowing them to develop their potential to the fullest.
It was a trade-off.
One that hinted at a deeper design behind the structure of this world, and it also influenced the rules of engagent between warriors of the sa force and the clashes between organizations across the Tenth Empyrean World.
Thanks to the massive amount of resources available to them, emotions such as greed and envy were in extrely short supply within the Tenth Empyrean World. Scarcity, which so often gave rise to conflict in other universes, was almost nonexistent here.
Furthermore, because every Curse Eater possessed a True Depravita as part of their soul, they exhibited an exceptional degree of emotional control. Their thoughts were more stable, their impulses more refined, and their decisions far less likely to be driven by irrational extres.
However, the Tenth Empyrean World was far from a utopia. Conflict still existed.
Clashes between individual warriors occurred frequently, and even entire organizations could find themselves at odds with one another. The High Council of the Tenth Empyrean World did not suppress these conflicts. On the contrary, they understood that struggle was a
fundantal catalyst for growth. Without pressure, without adversity, true evolution in cultivation would stagnate.
Yet there was a crucial limitation they could not ignore.
Their numbers.
Unlike other worlds, where vast populations allowed for constant replenishnt, the Tenth Empyrean World had a relatively small number of inhabitants. They simply could not afford large-scale losses. If thousands or tens of thousands of Curse Eaters were to perish in wars, the long-term consequences would be catastrophic. Given enough ti, their entire race could be driven to extinction. The contrast with other universes was stark.
One only needed to consider beings like Cain, who had risen to power atop the corpses of trillions. In most Empyrean Worlds, such losses were sustainable, as the number of new lives born each day far exceeded those lost in battle. Entire civilizations could be wiped out, yet the population would recover in ti.
But the Tenth Empyrean World did not possess that foundation.
And so, they adapted.
For individual warriors, the solution was straightforward. They were allowed to fight one another freely in order to settle grievances. In most cases, a controlled battle was enough to resolve disputes. However, if tensions escalated beyond reconciliation, life-and-death duels were permitted.
Such duels were strictly regulated.
Once a battle of that nature was declared, it was understood that the conflict would end there. No vengeance would be allowed for the fallen, and no extended feuds could arise from the outco. It was a brutal but effective way to contain violence.
When it ca to organizations, the situation was far more complex. Allowing leaders to fight directly might seem like an efficient solution,
as it would minimize casualties. However, the loss of even a single ArchDeity-level Curse Eater would be a considerable blow-one that the Tenth Empyrean World simply could not afford.
Thus, they devised a different system.
Tournants.
When conflicts arose between major factions, they were resolved through structured competitions. These tournants consisted of a wide variety of trials, ranging from perilous journeys across hostile environnts to strategic challenges and ultimately direct combat between representatives.
The participants were drawn from the younger generation.
This approach served multiple purposes. It minimized the loss of high-level powerhouses while simultaneously nurturing the next generation. Under the supervision of imnsely powerful overseers, unnecessary deaths were prevented, ensuring that even in defeat, participants could survive to grow stronger.
The tournants beca crucibles of evolution.
Within them, young warriors were pushed to their limits, forced to adapt, innovate, and surpass their own boundaries. Many erged from these trials transford, their power and talent reaching
heights that would have been impossible under normal circumstances.
Even as an enemy, Anark could not help but admire it.
The organizational structure of the Tenth Empyrean World was nothing short of breathtaking. It was clear that whoever stood at the highest echelon possessed extraordinary wisdom and a profound understanding of both psychology and governance. The system balanced growth and preservation with remarkable precision.
Yet that realization brought Anark no comfort.
If anything, it made his task even more daunting.
The individual he had co to kill was not rely powerful, but also exceptionally intelligent. And if there was one thing the Scarlet King had demonstrated during the war against the Imperium of Ti, it was that intelligence, when applied correctly, could turn absolute defeat into overwhelming victory.
The difficulty of his mission did not weaken Anark's resolve.
On the contrary, it only strengthened it.
His determination burned brighter, pushing him to move forward without hesitation.
After a long and careful journey, Anark finally learned the location of the highest tier of the power structure-the domain of the strongest
force within the Tenth Empyrean World.
Its na alone carried imnse weight. Judgnt Day Kingdom.
Even speaking it seed to evoke an aura of destruction and
authority capable of making even the mightiest beings tremble. Reaching the continent where it was located was no simple task. It was one of the few landmasses completely surrounded by vast oceans, but these were no ordinary waters. Cataclysmic storms raged endlessly around the region, forming a natural barrier of terrifying
proportions.
Lightning descended from the heavens with enough force to annihilate ArchDeities, while colossal typhoons churned the seas with power great enough to swallow even Alpha Oga Overgods.
For a Fourth Realm existence like Anark, crossing such a storm posed
no real threat.
Yet as he observed it more closely, his expression grew serious.
"The origin of this storm is not natural," he realized. "This is not
rely a chaotic concentration of energy!"
A deep frown ford on his face.
"Sothing cataclysmic happened here... a battle so imnse that its
remnants continue to shape reality even now."
Adopting a solemn expression, Anark reinforced his concealnt and pressed forward.
Eventually, he crossed the storm.
What awaited him on the other side left even him-a Fourth Realm life
form-montarily stunned.
The continent was scarred beyond belief.
Massive tears stretched across the sky itself, distortions so vast they
seed capable of swallowing entire regions. Enormous canyons carved through the land, so deep and wide that entire ecosystems of monstrous beasts had ford within them. Craters dotted the terrain, each one so large it resembled the impact of falling moons.
The destruction was not recent. It happened millions, if not billions,
of years ago.
"Only a Fourth Realm clash could create destruction of this
magnitude... and leave such lasting marks," Anark concluded.
The weight of his mission grew heavier.
But there was no turning back.
His eyes sharpened as he advanced, finally reaching the stronghold of
the Judgnt Day Kingdom.
It was built atop a vast mountain range, towering above the entire continent as if it were the natural seat of a sovereign ruler. Its presence alone commanded authority, exuding a sense of dominance
that could not be ignored.
And yet-
There were no walls.
At first, that absence was surprising.
But it did not take long for Anark to understand.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"The King of the Tenth Empyrean World has no need for walls," he
thought. "There is no barrier more powerful than his own strength."
Taking a deep breath, Anark steadied his mind.
Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward. Into the lion's den.
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