The Demon Emperor finally understood. There was little point in staying in the Lower Realm.
For the energy in the Upper Realm alone, he would lead everyone up there, no matter what.
So the races of the Upper Realm were powerful.
That did not mean their innate talent was truly exceptional.
On the contrary, their talent was poorer than that of the Lower Realm's races, who had survived the crucible of countless wars.
They occupied the Upper Realm and even enslaved the races below only because of their long history. They had already secured an iron grip on the Upper Realm, leaving the races of the Lower Realm no chance to rise.
Thinking of that brutal system of slavery, of those shackle-like laws-
The Demon Emperor ground his teeth in hatred. They occupied a realm with such superb resources, yet committed such inhuman deeds.
Perhaps there was nothing wrong with it from their perspective.
But from the Demon Emperor's perspective-
He wanted to tear them into ten thousand pieces.
Throughout the ages, who knew how many powerful cultivators they had ruined in the Lower Realm this way?
Most importantly, they had not left a single passage open for anyone to ascend.
Every attempt to reach the Upper Realm meant being shackled and turned into a slave.
Even those who broke through to the heavenly dao realm were no exception.
The vast majority of the Lower Realm's geniuses would be treated as cannon fodder, with ways devised to eliminate them.
The more gifted they were, the shorter their lives.
That had led to the current situation, leaving them unable to advance or retreat.
But now the Demon Emperor had found a shortcut. Clearly, the Giant Mouth Clan was willing to help them.
Both sides stood to gain from their cooperation. It