However.
What looked like a perfect golden age, with the people living and working in peace, was actually an era of explosive academic growth that had begun to stagnate.
Because of the monopolistic dictatorship of capital, there was no competitiveness. All kinds of filthy scandals kept surfacing, while the second-generation heirs of capitalists chased beauty, indulged in wine and women, and invented ever more corrupt forms of amusement.
Those cultivators began to rot and decay, no longer striving to improve.
The reason was obvious.
I was born with all kinds of powerful Fate Numbers, born sacred and blessed by various great powers. Why should I still work hard?
A human's child was still human.
The immortal sect plutocrats monopolized the circulation of currency, and wealth gathered in the hands of one percent of the population. A god's son was still a god. Even if he lazed around, no one would seize his power.
Thus, competitive thinking vanished, and the era of rapid advancement ground to a halt.
Above the throne.
A majestic and overbearing emperor gazed coldly.
"What if the world's progress has stagnated?"
"This world ultimately belongs to me, an Outer Realm Demonic God, not to you, that laughable and kind-hearted native Night Emperor!"
"I reclaimed the imperial power and defeated you! And I will keep winning!"
"Still, this era's stagnation is indeed troublesome."
Emperor Chang Jin stood with imposing dignity, his overwhelming aura pressing down so hard that the palace trembled.
He looked down at the ministers below. "My worthy ministers, now that the era has ground to a halt, what solution do you have?"
At this moment, Prime Minister Emperor Fuxian stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, we only have the divine race's cultivation system, so there are too few cultivators. Our population base is insufficient, exploitation has no