The Saints were summoned back once again, possessing no complaints but still maintaining their impassive clay Buddha expressions.
"After observing the Great Ruin, the Dusk Saint has made a new discovery," the Holy Saint spoke up, unaware of the specifics, yet knowing that a new discovery was beneficial.
Gu Shanhai stood up and took out a large blackboard, then began to write a multitude of formulas on it.
The Saints below did not question or mock, all silently watching Gu Shanhai write out the nurous formulas and ntally simulating them.
Ten minutes later, Gu Shanhai finally finished writing, having filled an entire board, and then stated, "The ti until the Great Ruin arrives, you all estimated wrong, it is not one hundred world scales but one year!"
The emotions of the crowd of Saints started to fluctuate, albeit not significantly.
No one expressed disbelief, rather they kept calculating the outco on their own.
"Indeed, you miscalculated one piece of data, causing a massive deviation in the results," Gu Shanhai tapped the blackboard, refraining from citing examples or appealing to relationships, as those held little significance here; instead, concrete data was the most persuasive.
"I need to observe again," the Holy Saint concluded after deriving results, naturally understanding that such matters required his personal investigation for reassurance.
The other Saints also nodded, one by one standing up to leave and verify the findings.
The process did not last too long, taking about half an hour before everyone returned one by one; their observation thods were identical, so at most, there was a difference of a minute or two.
This ti, the emotional fluctuations among many Saints grew even more substantial.
"The results derived by the Dusk Saint are not wrong. The Great Ruin is only one year away, and in a month at most, we will start seeing the effects," the Holy Saint spoke on behalf of the other Saints.
"So, what should we do next?" Gu Shanhai asked.
"I don’t know," the Holy Saint straightforwardly responded.
If it were one hundred world scales, no, even if it were one hundred years, there would still be a chance. But one year, there likely wouldn’t be any chances at all.
Firstly, they couldn’t gather that many adventurers.
At first glance, it might seem anyone could beco an adventurer simply by killing monsters, and it was entirely feasible to coerce everyone to beco adventurers.
The issue was that the Divine Relics couldn’t withstand it; every ordinary person becoming an adventurer involved a blessing process, which certainly had its cost.
The Divine Power within the Divine Relics could be cyclically restored through adventurers battling monsters, but the overall quantity was limited and nowhere near enough to satisfy so many people.
Otherwise, the Saints would have already mass-produced adventurers on a large scale and wouldn’t need to worry about the reduction in weight should an adventurer die; the true essence of an adventurer was the Divine Power, which would disperse upon death, not vanishing but instead recirculating back into the entire world.
"..." Gu Shanhai felt ntally exhausted talking with a group of overly straightforward clay Buddhas, wishing they would offer so advice rather than bluntly stating their ignorance.
Thus, silence once again ensued.
The Saints were not simply daydreaming but were actively calculating various data in their minds, seeking effective solutions.
Under normal circumstances with one hundred world scales, they wouldn’t need to worry about the impact of the Great Ruin. Now, however, it was a different story.
"The world weight is too light. There’s one piece of good news—that being thrown into the Great Ruin doesn’t necessarily an we will be torn apart," the Holy Saint stated.
"What are the chances?" the Silver Saint inquired.
"Fifty percent."
Listening to this conversation, Gu Shanhai was speechless; wasn’t that just fifty percent? Torn apart or not, as if there could be a third possibility.
"This matter can be discussed later; our priority now is how to escape the Great Ruin," Gu Shanhai voiced a reminder, as, after all, they still had a year, and it wouldn’t be good to give up without a fight.
"Based on data calculations, the chances of us escaping the Great Ruin now are less than one in ten thousand," the Dark Saint sitting next to Gu Shanhai soberly inford him.
This ant that everyone had cast their votes, and the idea of stabilization was already lost; now, they were considering how to conserve the fifty percent chance of not being torn apart within the Great Ruin.
"What if we clear the world weight and reach the minimum, would that increase the success rate?" the Silver Saint asked again.
This approach was logical but also brutal, requiring not only the massacre of all adventurers but also clearing the accumulated Divine Power forming the world weight.
Even Divine Relics and adventure realms had to be completely eliminated.
Their actions were not just for self-preservation but also to safeguard the entire world and all living beings.
Sacrificing a small portion, or even themselves, was deed worth it if it ant saving the world.
The Saints were both cruel and rational, driven by the survival of the world as their primary goal, their detached emotions unaffected by many external and internal factors.
"It would increase by ten percent at most; the world inherently possesses weight," the Holy Saint knew. Increasing weight was feasible, but lightening to avoid the gravitational pull of the Great Ruin was an overly fanciful idea as the innate weight of the world was a limiting factor.
"I think, there might still be hope," Gu Shanhai interrupted their discussion.
The Saints’ eyes turned toward Gu Shanhai, waiting for him to propose a solution, ready to abandon their original plans if his ideas were viable.
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