"But come to think of it, only a little over a thousand years had passed in total. Just how many talented people did I have here?"
Xu Zhi was quite leisurely, so much so that he had lost track.
After all, there were now more than a hundred thousand Myriad Realms universes.
Although each one was not very large, with ordinary "Myriad Realms" now spanning only a few hundred to several tens of thousands of light-years, all of them combined might still not equal the size of a single Milky Way Galaxy. To the Great Universe, they were still like grains of rice.
But in the face of vast nature, living beings had always been insignificant ants.
From billions of years ago until now, the actual land inhabited by living beings had never amounted to much.
Yet these universes had concentrated the geniuses for the next "four layers" of Seats of the Great Dao!
What did that mean? The previous universe had only gone through six layers of Seats, with Saints emerging bit by bit over a long period of time. He had squeezed it dry in advance and destroyed the universe, while the monstrous talents of the remaining "four layers" had all appeared at once in this Era of Dharma Decline. It was already unimaginable! "Right now, I've only provided the embryos. They're still in their primitive stage. Even I don't know how far they'll expand in the future."
"Anyway, I'll just let them develop."
"But don't be fooled by their numbers. They look invincible, terrifying even. Yet before the true future, they're still in a hopeless predicament. They may not even have a chance to resist."
Xu Zhi shook his head. It was cruel to say, and perhaps many people would not want to hear it.
Even if