If this world had no cultivators or demons, would the common folk at the bottom still be in this state?
They would!
Wherever people existed, the rules were made by the strong.
Good and evil stood on opposing sides, yet both could also be found within every person in this world.
Even in a peaceful world, oppression and suffering would arise because of all kinds of differences.
But this world was far too extreme and bizarre.
As a result, those at the bottom had no ability to resist at all. They could only be lambs awaiting slaughter.
The gap between the strong and the weak had already become as vast as a heavenly chasm, impossible to balance.
So after Yang An left, he had also been thinking: if someone was willing to save them, could they truly save these ordinary people?
But after thinking it over, he still had no answer.
He could save them for a while, but not for a lifetime, unless they made themselves strong.
Yet once they stepped onto the path of cultivation, this world would gain another person who had been polluted and twisted. Nothing would change for these ordinary people.
The strong would remain strong, and the weak would remain weak.
This was a matter of the greater environment. The entire world was like this; it could not be changed overnight.
If he wanted to save them, then what needed saving was not people, but this world itself.
And how could he possibly possess the ability to save this world?
Put another way, who was the strongest person in this world?
He did not know, but since cultivation existed, the strongest must surely exist as well.
Even so, this world still remained as it was, unchanged and unsaved.
Even those powerhouses either could not