Everyone looked at the Demon Emperor with troubled expressions.
Ten days, to put it plainly, meant tethering them to this place.
With their cultivation, they could not get anywhere in ten days.
Demon Emperor Daochen looked at them coldly. "You want complete autonomy? That's impossible. You should know perfectly well what I need."
"Perhaps there are only two ingredients here right now, but in the future, my menu will certainly grow richer and richer. If you go too far away, how am I supposed to contact you when something comes up?"
"We all have limited time, so let's not waste each other's."
"I've already raised your cultivation. Surely you're not thinking of dropping the load and walking away?"
The Demon Emperor looked at them coldly.
These fellows had always been so selfish. Now that they had pocketed the benefits, they wanted to leave just like that? Wishful thinking.
They exchanged glances, and someone could not help saying, "Your Majesty, you can't keep us penned up here for our entire lives. If that's how it is, I'd rather not have this cultivation. I'd rather become an ordinary person. At least then I could still do what I enjoy. There are too many restrictions here."
"In ten days, we probably couldn't even get out of this world."
"Demon Emperor, what you're doing is far too unethical. We absolutely cannot accept it."
Seeing their expressions of righteous indignation, Demon Emperor Daochen laughed in anger.
He had always thought they understood at least a little. After all, he had already made himself perfectly clear: he was doing this for the Primordial World.
But evidently, once their cultivation had risen, these people had trotted out their bullshit theories again.
"Fine. Then teach for one year, one new dish every day."
"There are thirteen of you,