Under the exclusive protection of the Highgod overseer Make, the two female Human Race cultivators who had once barely clung to life in the Death Demon Cavern, spending their days in terror, adopted an entirely different way of living.
Once, they had been as lowly as dust, their cowardice etched into their bones. Under the cavern's harsh labor rules, they had always kept their heads down and struggled cautiously to survive, never daring to step out of line for fear of bringing disaster upon themselves.
But after attaching themselves to Make as their powerful backer, all their former caution, humility, and cowardice vanished. In their place came bone-deep indolence, along with the arrogance and insolence of relying on power to run rampant through the labor zone.
The Other Shore Flower labor zone in the Death Demon Cavern was a hellish killing ground for every prisoner.
Millions of prisoners from myriad races endured the erosion of annihilating death energy every day, bending over and exhausting their strength to pick Other Shore Flowers. None dared slack off in the slightest. Thorns puncturing their fingertips and death energy corroding their bodies were commonplace. The moment they slowed down or failed to meet their picking quotas, harsh reprimands from the Demon Race guards followed, accompanied by cruel tortures that scorched their divine souls and lashed their muscles and bones. Life and death hung by a thread.
The entire labor zone was filled year-round with strained panting, anguished wails, and the guards' rebukes. No one dared shirk work or let their efforts flag.
Only the two female human cultivators who depended on Make stood apart from everyone else in that purgatory.
Every day, they merely went through the motions, wandering carelessly through the flower fields and casually picking a few damaged, defective flowers whose spiritual