The Demon Emperor had noticed something else: there were very few races that cultivated. Cultivation was an extremely laborious undertaking, and, in all honesty, growing strong was difficult.
The long years spent cultivating simply could not compare with the powerful worlds that could churn out armies at lightning speed.
In the long run, however, the truly powerful worlds were those that could cultivate. Their people grew stronger as they developed, and eventually, the worlds that had survived early on through sheer numbers would slowly be overtaken and destroyed.
But even that was not set in stone, because everyone understood one principle: nothing was absolute.
These genetically evolved beings could actually cultivate in the end as well, but it was bound to be extraordinarily difficult. Countless individuals might produce only one, two, or a dozen who could.
Demon Emperor Daochen and his companion passed through the Wisdom Race's territory and headed toward the central region.
They traveled for nearly a hundred years and encountered far too many races to count.
The number of travelers along the way gradually increased, and crossing certain worlds became all but impossible because inspections there were extremely strict.
After passing through several worlds, the Demon Emperor finally decided to obtain a travel permit in one of them.
Naturally, it cost him some resources: two Five-Star Origins.
"You're from Frontier City, aren't you?"
"Powerful people from the Borderlands come here often. Many have lost their worlds and their homes, and their mental states aren't very good."
"But you two look like wandering travelers. Is your world still under the protection of the Great Void Guardian? If so, you should make the most of your time and learn as much as you can. This is a rare chance for you to grow. Once this period passes, it'll be