Sudden Incident

"..."

After a moment of surprise, he returned to reality. The old ape lay on the ground, still saying nothing.

Remove the restriction and regain freedom?

Did that even need to be asked?

"Ascended cultivators are worth less than dogs"—that was an old saying in the upper realm. Though somewhat exaggerated, it showed the circumstances and treatment of ascended cultivators there.

The Human Race was still better off. They cared somewhat about appearances. Though they likewise kept ascended cultivators under control, they would at least claim it was "to save the common people and preserve the greater good." The status and treatment of ascended cultivators were barely acceptable; at the very least, they would not be reduced to slaves and servants.

The Demon Race and Devil Race were different. Survival of the fittest and the strong devouring the weak were their traditions. They never bothered with such roundabout pretenses, and their treatment of ascended cultivators had always been clear: cannon fodder and hired muscle delivered to their doorstep. Once restrictions were placed upon them, they were either drafted into the army or made into the slaves of certain great powers.

The bitterness behind it was something outsiders could never know!

Thus, removing the restriction and regaining freedom was something the old ape had dreamed of day and night.

But dreams were dreams. He understood full well how cold and cruel reality was. The restriction upon him was a method personally created by the Kunpeng Great Sage of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Specialized Demon Sages cultivated it before applying it to Demon Gods like them who had ascended from below. And it was not merely one restriction, but several layered atop one another, linked ring upon ring.

As everyone knew, killing was easier than saving, poisoning simpler than detoxifying. Restrictions followed