When the inheritance-opportunity event reached its seventh year, more than ten thousand demi-gods gradually began to feel the weight of the challenge.
“What sort of bamboo could shoot up to a hundred thousand ji under these conditions?”
“Impossible. Too difficult. At least I can’t do it.”
“From the three Si Nong factions, even one alone would struggle to pull this off.”
“With the heavens limited and the Self path weak, relying only on terrain—how could you possibly raise a mortal bamboo to that height?”
“And nurturing divine soil is even harder. Five ten-thousand ji under the ground is the dead-vein layer; a single territory simply can’t produce divine-grade soil on its own.”
“One territory? I already calculated it. The underground nutrient reserves of 13,481 territories at most can support two or three people to complete this challenge—if they use everything perfectly!”
“One territory is a single realm-unit, and stretching five ten-thousand ji down is already a massive expanse. Even if three people evenly share it, each must control over four thousand territories. Spells have range limits—who has a true spirit that strong?”