Cultivators and mortals.
These were two groups with clearly defined boundaries. Cultivators possessed power mortals could never hope to reach and stood high above them.
In the eyes of mortals, cultivators were little different from immortals.
Naturally, cultivators developed a sense of superiority. To the vast majority of them, mortal lives were scarcely worth mentioning.
Were it not for intangible restraints such as merit, karma, and fortune, most cultivators would hardly have been any better than Demon Cultivators.
Take the present situation, for instance.
Several Saintly Dao Traditions wanted to use this Demon Calamity to raise their prestige and gain merit and fortune. Thus, the worse the Demon Calamity became, the more they would reap when they finally resolved it.
As for how many people would die in the process, they did not really care. They were not the ones doing the killing, after all.
Hearing Chu Kuangren's question, the Seventh Ancestor fell silent for a moment before sighing. "There is indeed no shortage of such cultivators among the Saintly Dao Traditions."
Chu Kuangren nodded. "I understand."
Mountain River City had once been the seat of the Mountain River Sect's tradition. After the sect was destroyed, the city had descended into chaos.
Only when the allied forces of several Saintly Dao Traditions moved in and temporarily took control of the city did the situation improve somewhat.
At that moment, song and dance filled a restaurant in the city, with the clinking of cups resounding without pause.
In stark contrast, outside the restaurant, commoners displaced by the Demon Calamity were everywhere, without enough clothing to cover themselves or enough food to fill their bellies.
"Come, let me, Li, offer a toast to all the Heavenly Prides here. In this time of Demon Calamity, your willingness to step forward and save