This was a good thing for them.
At least, taking those benefits for nothing was not entirely without drawbacks for these powerful cultivators.
The strong never relied on handouts. They fought for what they wanted.
Although circumstances now demanded that they grow stronger as quickly as possible so they could accomplish more,
that did not mean they should accept everything with an easy conscience.
After making arrangements for them, he had them all consume Three-Star Origin.
Finally, under the Demon Emperor's leadership,
they arrived at the Sacred Light World.
The Heavenly Dao Saint King looked at the Demon Emperor in surprise. "Your Majesty, you certainly are decisive. Have you already decided to receive the Sacred Light Blessing?"
"Please wait a moment, Your Majesty. I'll gather our people."
"Each Sacred Light Blessing can accommodate roughly ten thousand people. Any more than that, and its effects will slow down."
Demon Emperor Daochen gave him an apologetic look. "I see. I brought five thousand two hundred and thirteen people this time, so I may have to take up some of your slots."
The Heavenly Dao Saint King froze, somewhat speechless. He was even taking advantage of this little bargain.
Still, he said nothing more about it. "That's fine. We'll be ready to begin shortly."
Demon Emperor Daochen nodded slightly.
With nothing to do, he wandered around outside.
As he looked around the Sacred Light World, he saw that although its former prosperity was gradually returning, everyone hurried about. Clearly, they were all desperately trying to improve their strength.
The longer one stayed in this world, the more one understood the importance of strength.
Every war claimed countless lives.
Yet no one complained.
No one knew who would die next.
Nor did anyone know when the next war would break out.
They could only