Compared to Zhunti's eagerness, Jieyin saw a level deeper.
If he searched his heart, what exactly did the West possess that could attract these cultivators?
Its desolate poverty had long been deeply ingrained in everyone's minds.
If it were him, even if he could occasionally hear a Saint preach the Dao, would he truly be willing to leave his homeland and travel to the far western lands?
The answer was probably no.
Even if someone did stay, they would most likely be people with shallow foundations and weak cultivation.
They had neither suitable magic treasures nor profound Dao cultivation, and their talents were utterly ordinary.
Yet these were ultimately only guesses. Without proof, no one dared make a definite claim.
Seeing Kunlun Mountain flourishing with people, he gradually found it harder to suppress that flicker of wavering in his heart.
Even if they could only retain one in a million, or one in ten million,
that number could not be underestimated.
After a long silence, his expression shifting several times, Jieyin finally could not resist the temptation.
He slowly nodded, his voice low but firm.
"Fine. Once Laozi and the others finish accepting disciples, we shall make an announcement to the Primordial Wilderness."
"Set the time for one thousand years from now."
"That will also avoid the period when those who heard the Dao return to their cave abodes for Closed Door Meditation, so we do not miss this opportunity."
The moment Zhunti heard his elder brother relent, delight immediately appeared on his face.
His excitement was impossible to hide; anyone could see it.
That was hardly surprising—the days of being in debt were truly difficult.
Especially when the creditor was the Heavenly Dao.
Even if they wanted to default on the debt, they did not have the nerve to