What had originally been a grand assembly of the Demon Race ended hastily after Ouyang barged in. The old mountain goat, who had been doing his utmost to make himself inconspicuous, even kept his back bent as he left, terrified that Ouyang might suddenly remember him again.
Once only Chang Suzhen on the throne, Ouyang, and the already stupefied Zhao Qiansun remained in the palace, Ouyang slumped back into his chair. Looking at Chang Suzhen on the throne, he asked in bewilderment, "Master's Wife, what sort of act is the Ten Thousand Demon Nation putting on now?"
Every demon just now had been wearing official robes that only officials of the Mortal World wore. Paired with their bizarrely shaped heads, they looked ridiculous from every angle.
If this world had been his previous world, Ouyang would have thought he had come to a massive cosplay event.
Leaning against the throne, Chang Suzhen looked down at Ouyang and Zhao Qiansun and said calmly, "This was a method the chancellor devised. It can twist the Demon Race together into a single rope."
"Twist the Demon Race together into a single rope?" Ouyang glanced in surprise at Zhao Qiansun, who was still questioning his life. He frowned in thought, then his brow relaxed.
So that was it!
It was actually not difficult to understand. The Ten Thousand Demon Nation was the Ten Thousand Demon Nation precisely because the Demon Race consisted of countless races and tribes.
Although they were all demon cultivators, their racial differences inevitably created natural barriers between them. Most races even had blood feuds.
If you made carnivores and herbivores work together, both sides would struggle to resist bashing each other's brains out.
Balancing the relationships between the different races required a system that could balance those relationships.
Zhao Qiansun