Okay, so he'd been asking who decided this or who decided that a number of times this past day, but truly, this was something he debated with himself constantly, a question that circled in his mind like a beast pacing the edges of its territory.
Why were things the way they were?
And if he didn't like them, why not just change the rules?
He didn't follow the same cultivation that everyone followed, after all. He was creating his own methodology, forging a path through territory that no one had walked before him. And it gave him power to do what others couldn't imagine doing in such a short period of time, power that had allowed him to slaughter twelve Flesh Awakening Warriors and a Bone Tempering Warrior in the span of moments.
It gave him the power for him to feasibly say that he could face and crack an entire army himself without having to use the lives of others to paint the Lands of Stone red.
