Eight Hundred Li Lion Camel Ridge

"People were like livestock, slaughtered at will."

"Before the Buddhist lands lay a hell on earth, yet no one atop Spirit Mountain saw it."

"Hehehe."

Li Qing suddenly laughed, as though he had figured something out.

"All standards of benevolence, righteousness, and morality in this world are merely a matter of where one's backside sits."

"Everything is nothing more than the law of the jungle."

"Just like humans and countless livestock."

"The various slaughterhouses of my previous life—weren't they also Eight Hundred Li Lion Camel Ridge to those animals?"

"The stench of blood assaulted the nose, corpses and white bones carpeted the ground, and they watched their own kind being slaughtered. Perhaps those livestock felt exactly as humans did."

"But they were the weak, so they were eaten."

"And in this world, humans are also exceedingly weak. Countless Anomalies, countless Dao Lineage cultivators—they have already become entirely different species from humans."

"They parasitize human bodies, drawing upon their essence and vitality to cultivate. When necessary, humans may even be used as food."

"The surface peace merely exists to preserve the soil upon which Dao Lineage cultivators survive, so that the livestock may grow better and provide them with more essence and vitality."

"The outstanding among the livestock rise above the rest and become consumers, thereby cutting off the livestock's potential and ensuring they can forever remain at a single level, unable to resist those above them."

"In the end, this system had persisted for three thousand three hundred years."

"How formidable—and how terrifying. In such a world, only strength can rule all."

"Other than strength, nothing has any meaning."

"Even so-called dynasties and Dao Lineages exist only to serve the highest-ranking consumers."

The more Li Qing observed, the more clearly he sensed the terror within it.

"Sigh. I wonder whether,