"I never expected that the Immortal Dao in the Borderlands would be so flourishing today." True Lord Yan Hun's voice carried a trace of emotion. The Heavenly Soul Palace was far from the Borderlands and specialized in the Dao of souls; no one from there had visited the Borderlands for nearly ten thousand years.
Moreover, news from the Borderlands had difficulty crossing Heavenly Mountain, leaving information in a state of stagnation. So much could change over such a long span of time.
What he had seen and heard at Myriad Manifestations Palace was merely the tip of the iceberg. Only now, at this Exchange Meeting, did he truly see the essence of things. He had already spotted several geniuses worthy of ranking near the top of the Second Echelon, or even within the First Echelon.
Though there were nine Cultivation Worlds, their total number of cultivators was probably only equivalent to two of the smaller Cultivation Worlds north of Heavenly Mountain.
In a barren place like the Borderlands, the average rate at which talents emerged was far lower than north of Heavenly Mountain. To see so many geniuses at a single Exchange Meeting was genuinely beyond his expectations.
And Southwest had the smallest population and the poorest resources of all.
In another few thousand years, once the population base had risen, the various worlds of the Borderlands should be no worse than those north of Heavenly Mountain.
It sounded simple enough—just develop peacefully for ten thousand years. Yet from the Ancient Era until now, periods of complete peace had never lasted more than roughly a hundred years, while relatively stable periods had lasted at most a few thousand.
Destruction, rebuilding, over and over in an endless cycle.
Ten thousand years existed only in dreams.
Had this demon scourge and Demonic