Free Web NovelChapter 1476: Chapter 380: This World Is Far Too Abstract_5
[And the forces that use a Rule are not themselves protected by the absolute logic of that Rule. Even if the Rule they use is stronger than the Golden Power Rule, as long as there is no absolute logical conflict between the two, that race will still be dragged into the Domain of the Golden Power Rule, and victory or defeat will be judged according to the logic of the Golden Power Rule.]
[Take the Dragon Wing Clan for example. The trait effect of the Dragon Breath Rule is a multiplicative boost to production efficiency, but this Rule does not affect Civilization War. Because of this misalignment in Rule Authority, even if the Dragon Breath Rule is stronger than the Golden Power Rule, it still won’t affect the "wealth contest" effectiveness that the Golden Power Rule imposes on the Dragon Wing Clan. They are inevitably dragged into the Golden Power Civilization’s system of warfare and cannot be exempted.]
"Got it." Bao Yan nodded in sudden realization.
This kind of systemic architecture blew his mind wide open.
Truly, in the vast cosmos, there’s nothing you won’t see.
But Guidance’s explanation had not yet finished.
Behind this seemingly bizarre systemic framework, there was actually a hidden power: the Gold Power Clan.
This race was the force that provided loans behind the Demon Cultivators.
They completely controlled the Golden Power Rule, hid in the shadows, and called the hundreds of channels in the Golden Power Space that connect to Monster World "Secret Realms."
Their development model was somewhat similar to the Ascension Clan.
But unlike the Ascension Clan, who grow by using Possession on the living beings of Small Worlds, the Gold Power Clan poured all their Wealth into developing the Golden Power Space.
The production logic of the Golden Power Rule’s Derivative Energy is to generate Derivative Energy through Wealth appreciation and the collision of Wealth.
The more Wealth Cultivators create, the faster the Gold Power Clan grows.
The higher the total Wealth value in each collision, the more Rule Logic Energy is produced.
This meant that for the Gold Power Clan to develop, they not only needed stable Wealth appreciation, but also competition.
If there were only appreciation, the Gold Power Clan would never have allowed the Demon Cultivator system to appear.
After all, that would seriously drag down the growth of a civilization’s Wealth and cause excessive internal friction.
At the root of it, it’s nothing but the word "profit."
To make Cultivators constantly erupt into Wealth conflicts in the Space because of conflicting interests, they needed a completely opposite system to manufacture contradictions.
So the balance between the Righteous Path and the Demon Cultivators was constantly being adjusted in secret by the Gold Power Clan.
What they wanted was not one side completely crushing the other, but competition continuing forever, while they used the channels connecting to Monster World to obtain external Wealth increments.
But for the Cultivators of the Golden Authority World, they would never suspect that there was anything wrong with the operating logic of this world.
The beings born generation after generation in the Golden Power Space, from the very first day they stepped onto the path of cultivation, accepted only one understanding: Golden Power is the law decreed by the Heavenly Dao.
They would not question why battles were fought by comparing numbers; they believed this was simply the underlying Rule of the world, a self‑evident natural law.
The strong have big numbers, so they win.
The weak have small numbers, so they lose.
It’s that simple, beyond question.
Instead, it was the many survival and combat methods inside the Secret Realms that they found bizarre.
They felt that battles there involved far too many meaningless movements; why not just flash a Wealth number and end it quickly?
Unlike the complex growth systems of the outside world.
The beings of the Golden Authority World fanatically pursued Wealth growth, treating it as the only proper path of cultivation.
Whether Righteous Cultivators or Demon Cultivators, all firmly believed these were merely different paths granted by the "Golden Power Heavenly Dao," and that their ultimate goal was to break through shackles of realm and attain longevity.
They even regarded defeat and refinement in the "Golden Power Tower" as heavenly punishment and settlement, a manifestation of the absolute fairness of the Heavenly Dao.
Especially the Demon Cultivators, who believed the crises such as debt Heart Demons encountered in cultivation were also punishments from the Heavenly Dao for taking shortcuts.
But in truth, this was the Gold Power Clan’s method of punishing those beings whose debts were too high yet lacked the potential to repay.
Behind debt Heart Demons and debt heavenly tribulations, it was also the Gold Power Clan balancing all sides and pruning "bad debts."
This was the sorrow of ants.
They would assign all kinds of grand meanings to the struggle between Righteous and Demonic.
A struggle of orthodoxies, of ideals, of future paths... and for this they fought until their heads were broken and blood flowed, vowing never to rest until one side was dead.
All the while completely unaware that behind their disputes lay a world architecture meticulously designed by the hidden manipulators to harvest Rule-derived Energy.
The impression this gave Bao Yan was:
The beings of the Golden Authority World were like fish in a tank, fiercely fighting over the feed being sprinkled in.
They believed that the tiny space before their eyes was the truth of the universe, never once thinking to look up at the great hand outside the tank that scattered food and observed everything.
Or rather, they simply couldn’t lift their heads, and were destined never to see that unknown great hand.
It seemed ignorant and pathetic, yet it formed the operational bedrock of this abstract world.
After listening to Guidance’s account, Bao Yan understood completely.
Behind the seemingly absurd flashing numbers lay a very complete chain of systemic logic.
By now, the battle ahead had already concluded.
The defeated Righteous Cultivators, a few were heavily wounded and fled, but most had already been refined by the victors into their own Wealth values.
The victorious Demon Cultivators were in hot pursuit of the fleeing Righteous Cultivators.
Walking out of the forest, Bao Yan decided to start exploring this world, then write a post and publish it on the forum.
Who knew, he might even blow up because of it.
Just then, several figures in black robes swung back in the sky.
They were the very same Demon Cultivators who had confronted the Righteous Cultivators earlier.
They seemed to have completed their interception, smiles on their faces, and their gazes met Bao Yan’s in midair.
The few Demon Cultivators froze for a moment; they clearly hadn’t expected to encounter other "Cultivators" near the boundary zone.
The next second, the leading Demon Cultivator—with sunken eye sockets and a sinister aura—suddenly widened his eyes as if he’d seen something unbelievable, and let out a hoarse roar:
"Outer Heaven Demon, it’s a living Outer Heaven Demon! Capture him—his flesh and blood resources will surely be enough to make up for our losses this time!"
"Kill!"
Greed instantly crushed their doubt.
Several Demon Cultivators, like vultures catching the scent of blood, let their Demonic Qi surge, turned into streaks of black light, and charged straight at Bao Yan.
This made Bao Yan’s scalp go numb on the spot.
"Fuck!"
Almost on reflex, he turned to run, ready to fire up "Dusk Shadow" and bail.
But just as he lifted his foot, he suddenly thought of a question.
As a player, what was his Wealth value in this world, and would he be affected by the Golden Power Rule’s effectiveness?
If he was affected, could the Life Soul in his body be counted as Wealth?
The value of a Life Soul was Rule-level.
If you really measured him in Wealth, his descent into this world was practically a dimensionality reduction strike.
With that thought, the foot Bao Yan had lifted abruptly halted, his taut body suddenly relaxed, and the terror on his face shifted into arrogance:
"Run my ass—come on, I’ll let you all ’kill’ me!"
