The Rise of the Black Plain

"Moving on to the next topic, we should reduce the planting of high-level medicines in our territories and focus on the more elemental ones." A level 98 elf said, surprising some juniors who were less aware of the challenges ahead.

"What?"

"But why should we do that? It would be even worse for us. Don't disasters like this already reduce the amount of high-level medicine? Will we have to do that for ourselves?"

Several people commented in unhappy tones, and even someone from Julian's group talked about it.

Minos then said. "If you plant a high-level medicine next to a low-level one, the higher-level one will steal the energy and laws that the lower-level one would absorb, which could infinitely increase the maturation time of the one that should mature the fastest.

In a chaotic ice age, high-level medicine can sabotage food crops and low-level medicine, even if they are very far away from each other. In short, continuing to cultivate high-level medicine could create an even more intense problem for us."

Hearing Minos, a woman from Julian's group opened her mouth, not expecting this.

If they didn't want to destroy the structure of society and give the weakest a chance to survive and develop, they would have to sacrifice their resources!

"That's why chaotic eras are so bad." Julian sighed. "Either we make difficult decisions like this, or we will eventually face a spiritual collapse caused by the end of the progress of our weakest cultivators."

And that would be disastrous. After all, who created the world's population in this world? It was the weakest ones who had the least trouble reproducing. 

But what would happen if those weaker ones ran into cultivation bottlenecks at lower levels? The talents of their descendants would be downgraded, and the world's average level would drop drastically.

High-level cultivators wouldn't be able to have children, and most of them wouldn't live very long. What would happen in such a terrible scenario? Well, most of the strongest experts would die within the first few thousand years after the catastrophe. After a while, the world would run the risk of being unable to produce Demigods if the preparations before the catastrophe were not done well.

Throughout history, several races have perished because of this, so even the strongest were willing to cut back on the production of high-level resources from their territories, even if it was counterintuitive.

In practice, this meant they would have to immediately start rationing medicine and reducing the overall production of resources such as pills.

High-level resources were to be used only as a last resort, for example, during the evolution of a Physique grade or during a breakthrough that could not be achieved without the help of such resources.

Only with rationing would the world as a whole have a chance to survive the crisis and one day flourish again without significant losses.

The ecosystem of the Spiritual World was complex. If too many races collapsed, it could even affect the future of the races that survived the disaster.

In short, it was as if the stronger the races and the more high-level beings there were, the easier it was to become a high-level expert.

In other words, the more level 99 Demigods there were, the easier it would be for other lower-level beings to reach that level. On the other hand, the fewer high-level beings there were, the more difficult it would be to achieve that.

If too many experts disappeared from the world and were not replaced by members of new generations, there was a danger that all races would face greater difficulties in ascending to higher levels.

That's why all the world leaders were so worried about the impending catastrophe and why they were willing to meet and discuss ways to survive this period.

Even enemies like Dragons and Sky Whales, those sent from the eastern and western regions of the Central Continent, could tolerate each other's presence at this meeting!

As much as they wanted to continue their conflicts, they were willing to sit down in peace with these enemies and other powers to discuss the future and the necessary measures to be taken in the face of the new ice age.

Several people, including humans, beasts, and hybrids, expressed their opinions on the matter, discussing how to utilize their resources more efficiently while reducing the number of high-grade medicine plantations.

They would decide that plantations above the Saint-grade, i.e., Saint and Divine ones, should be reserved exclusively for the Spatial Kingdoms after the medicines of this quality that still exist outside these regions of space have matured.

On the other hand, they should focus on cultivating Common and Warrior-grade medicines, while the production of King-grade medicines should be reduced but maintained at 50% of the current level.

Soon after that was discussed, the event would be temporarily paused so that those present could have a chance to do business with each other and organize themselves to better follow the recommendations.

Some states had more medicine and food than others. In contrast, others, such as the ancient kingdom of Stone Island, did not produce any food and would naturally suffer during such difficult times.

Aware of what they needed to do if they didn't want to face extreme problems in the future, those who needed food the most immediately took advantage of such a pause to try to do business with those who had more options on their side.

This meeting wasn't just to advise those who didn't know how to deal with the difficult times ahead or to agree on joint actions. It was a meeting for the powers to negotiate among themselves and make exchanges and agreements based on what they were advised to do.

Only through negotiation could they meet all of the demands that the elves, in particular, had made in order to overcome their future difficulties or to lessen the severity of the problems they would face.

With that, the dozens of humans and beasts in the large tent were soon talking to each other and making deals, while the area had been divided into several separate booths where they would have privacy to discuss their business.

While Julian was dealing with the first group interested in negotiating with the Pantheon of Honor, someone appeared at the entrance to his small business area, looking for someone from his group.

"Hello, my leader would like to see Emperor Minos Stuart. Is he available?" A level 97 Demigod asked Julian's nephew, surprising the level 95 guy.

"Minos?" The man looked where Minos was standing but didn't refuse. "Wait a minute."

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