Across the Three Great Ruins and every realm, all Demonic Cultivators were enveloped by the law of rapid advancement.
Ever since Zhao Changfeng had descended into this world, every Demonic Cultivator he had seen had been racing against the clock, terrified of falling even one step behind others.
The Central Continent where the sect stood supplied unlimited spiritual energy, vitality, and soul breath, but only formal disciples were permitted to reside there.
Whether the Demon Dao Great Sect or the various Demon Kingdoms, everything they did was intended to force Demonic Cultivators to pierce the barriers between realms as quickly as possible and reach the highest realm in the shortest possible time.
Speed meant everything in this world!
The threat of the Unordered Zone was simply too great, giving the Demon Dao Great Sect an inherent sense of urgency. Every Demonic Cultivator felt the anxious pressure of time waiting for no one.
They went without sleep or rest. Apart from fighting and killing one another, they did nothing but cultivate relentlessly.
Since Demonic Cultivators possessed bodies unlike those of ordinary mortals, damage to their fascia, tendons, and joints from cultivation and combat was relatively easy to repair.
But hidden mental problems were more complicated. Forming a primordial spirit alone could not resolve them.
In Zhao Changfeng's eyes, every Demonic Cultivator suffered from mental ailments to some degree. Many probably had conditions such as depression without even realizing it.
Recently, he had slowed his cultivation, watched the sun and moon alternate, observed the sea of clouds surge, and even added sleep to his routine.
He could clearly feel his condition improving day by day. Through these methods, he had also dissolved much of the tormenting killing urge.
Although he had benefited greatly himself, he was not entirely confident. He figured that,