Xiao Nan's words echoed in everyone's ears like thunder.
No one there was stupid; of course they understood what Xiao Nan meant.
"Has God Nan finally taken that step?"
"Looks like he's ready."
"You have to win, God Nan!"
Creak—
At that moment, the listless Wu Yuansheng pushed open the door.
He looked at everyone and let out a long sigh. "I suspect God Nan is targeting me."
Everyone burst into laughter and stepped forward to comfort Wu Yuansheng.
Still somewhat unwilling to accept it, Wu Yuansheng looked at Xiao Nan and asked seriously, "Is there really no way for me to break through Level 46?"
Xiao Nan shrugged. "There is. If you can survive until the next batch of Chosen Ones descends..."
Wu Yuansheng's face filled with helplessness. "Then there really is no way. Sigh, fate."
Seeing Wu Yuansheng in low spirits, Xiao Nan consoled him. "Your strength is pretty good already. Be content."
"Do you know that the previous two generations of Chosen Ones slaughtered each other until blood flowed like rivers? There were barely even a few people above Level 45 left in the entire world, and they only barely managed to produce two Level 48 powerhouses."
"Your generation is already doing very well. There are so many Level 45s, several Level 46s, and even a Level 47 Xiao Luo..."
"Huh, come to think of it, isn't there way too much magic power in this era?"
Xiao Nan lowered her head in thought.
It seemed like... right, it was the day Long Wudi died. The concentration of magic power in this world had surged dramatically.
As a result, Soyana had not even needed to go on a killing spree to break through with ease.
What exactly happened on the day Long Wudi died?
Ah, now she was