The Demon Emperor frowned at the crowd. "Not a single half-step Hongmeng Realm cultivator? Is breaking through really that difficult?"
They felt helpless. They had already tapped into unprecedented depths of their potential.
So many breakthroughs to the Perfection Realm had consumed a considerable amount of resources.
Most of the resources the Demon Emperor had acquired had already been used up.
"Your Majesty, not everyone is as powerful as you. To reach the Perfection Realm in so little time, everyone has already done their utmost."
Of course, the Demon Emperor understood that perfectly well. But understanding was one thing; actually facing such a situation still left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He also knew he could not expect everyone to break through as quickly as he did.
His only consolation was that Qingchan and Qingxuan stood among the Perfection Realm cultivators.
Although those two had not embarked on the stone body path, they had still achieved success.
This, too, was the result of the Demon Emperor's repeated deliberations.
He did not intend to let his children take this arduous path. It was not yet fully developed, and dangers lurked at every turn.
Not everyone possessed the Demon Emperor's formidable power to compress a world.
Moreover, the Demon Emperor knew all too well.
Just how great were the risks of compressing a world?
He had expended so much effort.
Only then had he finally succeeded.
The hardships involved were easy to imagine.
And the Demon Emperor understood one thing clearly: no one could help him along this path. He could only feel his own way forward.
Although he had constantly worked through deductions and believed this path was feasible.
Those were merely deductions, not reality.
No one knew what would happen in the future, or whether it would affect him.