Zhang Youling knew full well that undercurrents had long been stirring.
Most of these Multidimensional Saints who had secretly descended had arrived within the past year or two. After another year or two of development—equivalent to ten or twenty thousand years of rebuilding—it was practically time for them to attain sainthood once more.
They had already risen again in secret. By now, all sorts of signs were surely beginning to show.
"Some weaker Multidimensional Saints who stowed away here have already become unaffiliated Saints, running about everywhere. Those stronger ones, hidden from sight, have probably done as I have—established Saint Empire dynasties, gathered a group of Saints, started building ports and World Crossing Ships, and are preparing to go back and welcome their next batch of people to descend upon this land."
His previous progress had been very low, but after encountering this miraculous civilization, his progress had leaped to rival the strongest group of Multidimensional Saints. He could now welcome forces from his own universe.
"The Seats of the Great Dao in this universe will probably be seized in great numbers."
Zhang Youling knew that a universe had only a limited number of Seats of the Great Dao. They were extremely precious resources. Everyone was doing everything they could to bring their own people into this universe and divide them up.
"I fear that if things develop too fiercely and countless Multidimensional Saints begin fighting each other, there won't be many Seats of the Great Dao left in this universe to seize." Knowing how terrifying the situation was, he spoke to Zhang Tong beside him.
Zhang Tong: "!!!"
Was it really that terrifying? She looked toward the port as well, suddenly realizing how horrifying it all was.
After all, once that Multidimensional Saint had given her that bloodline, he