Wang Wu shuddered.
Because if even human cultivators could not escape the fate of being captured and bled, didn't that mean one thing—that all beings in this prison were equal, taking turns sitting in the dealer's seat?
Right now, Lu Wuchen was like a prison guard, controlling the heavenly tribulations. Then during the Dragon Clan's age of prosperity, had there also been powerful dragons acting as prison guards, seizing Grandpa Tree's clansmen one by one and hauling them into the sky to bleed them?
Perhaps even capturing dragons who did not get along with them and dragging them into the sky?
Following that logic, had there once been prison guards from the Ancient Tree Clan, capturing powerful members of the Monster Clan and bleeding them in the heavens?
All at once, he thought of something that had always puzzled him.
More than a hundred years ago, when Lu Wuchen attacked Great Snow Mountain in the war to open up the Western Wilderness, he clearly only needed to bring Grandpa Huang. The two of them could have taken Great Snow Mountain with ease, so why had he gone to such lengths to invite True Man Yufeng from the West Sea Bee Kingdom?
If that did not work, he could have sought out his ally Yuchi Qianshan, or that friend named Liu Wujiu. How simple would that have been?
But now, Wang Wu somewhat understood why Guardian Spirit Beasts could not easily leave their cities, and why they had to travel by teleportation array even when going back and forth.
So they were afraid of being drafted as laborers.
He could not say for certain about anything else, but if Lu Wuchen had dared to bring Grandpa Huang along to attack Great Snow Mountain that day, Grandpa Huang might well have ascended