Weaving through the bustling demon cultivators and demon beasts, the bluebird looked up at the sky and sighed, "No wonder the world has evolved to where demon cultivators slay demon beasts and kindred battles against one another. The aura of this world is in chaos.
If more demon beasts are slain to control their numbers, perhaps we could sustain for a few more millennia.
Otherwise, the chaotic aura affects the beasts, making them more violent and agitated, crazily reproducing and competing for resources, a vicious cycle that's hard to stop, ultimately leading to collapse."
"Wow, you know quite a lot for your age." Hu Zhile found her spouting profound truths quite adorable, and then realizing something, sighed, "Ah, I almost forgot you've experienced the collapse of a world. When the world I was born in fell apart, I was much older than you but knew far less."
