Wu Feng could sense the despair in the Jade Emperor's heart as he said those words—the despair of seeing his ideals crumble.
In fact, Wu Feng felt the same way.
As a cultivator and an immortal-level existence, Wu Feng had always held himself in high regard. Yet now, this world was telling him that no matter how he cultivated, in the end, he was merely livestock raised in captivity.
That immense disparity and sense of disillusionment caused despair to take root in Wu Feng's heart as well.
However, Wu Feng quickly forced himself to adjust and said to the Jade Emperor, "You don't have to suffer so much. In the mortal world, even a farm-raised pig has a chance of breaking out of its cage and entering the wilderness to live freely."
The Jade Emperor faintly replied, "I know you're not wrong. But how slim is that chance? I am Haotian Shangdi in the eyes of our people. I'm not doing this only for myself, but for all living beings."
The world was one enormous prison. It was best if this metaphysical idea remained merely a metaphor. If it were true, then the despair in the hearts of humanity would be inevitable.
Especially for those pigs who knew the truth. They were the ones who suffered the most and felt the most despair.
Pointing at the steps, the Jade Emperor said in anguish, "Wu Feng, we live only once. What exactly are we living for?"
Wu Feng was somewhat lost. Only after a long while did he reply, "I don't know anymore either. But can we gather the strength of all the living beings on the Endless Ladder and escape from this prison?"
The Jade Emperor laughed bitterly. "The fact that you can think that way only proves how naïve