As more and more Preparatory Disciples arrived at the Hidden Spirit Sect, the entire Sect grew lively once again.
Xu Fan and the white-haired old man drank tea in the Small Courtyard. "It still feels more atmospheric when there are more people around." The white-haired old man watched the streaks of Flying Light crossing the sky as he spoke.
"Of course. But now that most of the disciples have advanced to Grand Unity Saints, simply staying in the Sect won't be enough if they want to climb higher." Xu Fan lifted his teacup, took a sip, and spoke.
"Who knows how many more years it will take before our Sect's disciples can enter the Quasi-Saint stage."
"When the time comes, ten million Quasi-Saints and Saints gathered in one Sect... just imagining that scene feels lively." As the white-haired old man spoke, he recalled the scene he had seen when he had first met Xu Fan.
When he had probed the Hidden Spirit Sect's future, countless eyes had appeared above the river of time and space.
Looking back on it now, it felt rather laughable. The future he had glimpsed back then had been too small in scope—or perhaps he had not been qualified to see the full picture.
"Trying to produce ten million Quasi-Saints and Saints within the Three Thousand Realms would be rather difficult."
"If we want the entire Sect to reach the Saint level, we must establish our Sect in the Chaos Land."
"Only then can the disciples cultivate the Chaos Great Dao Laws." Xu Fan sipped his tea and spoke leisurely.
"Establish a Sect in the Chaos Land?" This was the first time the white-haired old man had heard such a notion.
"Older Brother, this is also something I've been considering recently."
"The Human Race's fortune within