"Actually, the reason the Magic Beasts in the Demon Abyss become monsters the world cannot tolerate is that they eat too much demon grass."
Chen Qian sighed softly. "But the Heavenly Dao stretches on endlessly, and all things have their own way of surviving. It isn't that every Magic Beast is an evil creature deserving death. They simply have no control over themselves."
Listening to the unspoken implications in Chen Qian's words, Yang Qing began thinking of something else.
"Brother Chen, are you suggesting we stop those Magic Beasts from eating too much demon grass?"
Chen Qian nodded. "As long as the Magic Beasts eat less demon grass, they can retain their normal minds longer, and they'll hurt people less often."
Once the demonic power within the Demonic Beasts in the Demon Abyss reached a certain level, they would no longer be content to remain trapped there. They would try every possible means to reach the human world.
Then they would wreak havoc there.
By that point, they could no longer suppress the rampaging power within their bodies. Only destruction could bring them relief.
"Brother Chen, surely you don't mean for us to stop those Demonic Beasts already on the verge of going berserk?"
Although Yang Qing had no objection to doing so, he felt that this method treated the symptoms rather than the root.
There were so many Demonic Beasts in the Demon Abyss. If they had to deal with those that had already been corrupted and lost themselves every day, the few of them would never manage it, even without sleeping or resting.
"How could I ask that? You're people, not immortals."
Chen Qian chuckled. "What I mean is that you could attend to another matter. If you truly accomplish it, that would be a deed of great