After arriving in Ultimate Heaven, Chen Changan had experienced the bustle of ordinary life, but he had also noticed many problems.
Those problems were not something he could solve now, though, and he did not have the time to concern himself with them.
After all, Ultimate Heaven's ways had long since taken root. How could one person change them simply by saying so?
He did not like them, but he could adapt.
As Chen Changan had said before, whatever one's identity or surroundings, one had to learn to adapt.
Chen Changan and the others had reached the River of Forgetfulness Territory. Here, the hierarchy seemed even more pronounced.
The lives of ordinary people looked more oppressive. Every one of them had to watch a cultivator's face for signs of displeasure.
Cultivators stood far above them, holding absolute power over ordinary people. Whether someone lived or died could depend on a cultivator's mood.
"Big Brother, the way they look at us is just too..."
"Fawning?"
"Right. That's exactly it. They're humble to the bone."
"It didn't feel like this before we entered the River of Forgetfulness Territory. Why is it so obvious here?"
"Are all the cultivators around here arrogant?"
Chen Changan smiled at Da Huang's question. "Not necessarily. It's the difference in status."
"It's like ordinary people meeting members of the Imperial Family. They humble themselves because of the gulf in status."
"Ordinary people can't compare to cultivators in strength."
"Not every cultivator has to kill ordinary people. But if one or two do it, once or twice, what do you think the others will think?"
"Little by little, it sinks in. They know their lives don't belong to them."
"So when they meet a cultivator, they have to make themselves as humble as possible and hope to keep their