The atmosphere among the Heavenly Monarchs was somewhat frigid, as something unspoken began to breed in hidden corners.
Tushan Heavenly Monarch.
Heavenly Monarch!
A Heavenly Monarch was all it was—who among them was not one?
Within the relatively fair order of Tushan Central Court, they had advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage. No one restricted them, and anyone who earned great merit could obtain a Nascent Soul Stage Opportunity and a Deity Transformation Cultivation Technique.
That seemed ordinary, didn't it?
No Nascent Soul Stage Opportunity or Deity Transformation Cultivation Technique came free. They had all been earned by risking their lives.
But!
Such ordinariness was far too rare within the realms.
What was the usual situation?
Those who had not been raised by a sect from childhood, and who were not relatives or disciples of high-ranking cultivators, could not obtain opportunities for Nascent Soul or Spirit Transformation!
What was fairness?
A cultivator gathered supreme power unto oneself, poured in countless efforts, endured countless battles and countless hardships, and finally advanced to Spirit Transformation—was that so one could give you fairness and secure benefits for you?
Therefore, in the early days after advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage, the Heavenly Monarchs had all been filled with gratitude. They knew what the real world was like.
Back then, even if an External Enemy came to attack Tushan Central Court and disturbed Tushan Heavenly Monarch's seclusion, they would have been willing to fight to the death for him, without regret even if they died in battle.
Unfortunately, beneath a thousand years of time, everything had begun to change.
No matter how much gratitude there was, after a thousand years of being worn away by the rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, cultivation grounds, cultivation pills, and countless mundane affairs, almost nothing remained.
Fairness