The 2976th Universe.
At that moment, in the heart of the universe, a group of cultivators wore expressions grave to the extreme. They looked more like humanoid cultivators, only unlike humans, their legs and arms seemed almost the same thickness, and their palms and soles looked nearly identical as well, more like enormous suction cups.
"So, Ancestor, we were forced to be chosen?"
"Because we had even fewer cultivators left in the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths, we had no chance to choose for ourselves?"
"We were chosen by the One Thousand Eighty-Six Universe?" Among the cultivators, one with a rather ferocious appearance said in a deep voice, "Looking at it that way, our luck is still not bad.
After all, we weren't chosen by one of the top hundred universes. If we had been chosen by those universes, we would undoubtedly lose. But the One Thousand Eighty-Six Universe—victory is not impossible for us.
Although our universe ranks near the bottom, its strength is much greater than that of the several universes adjacent to us.
Especially our race. Although Senior Brother Jingkong is a saint, he is not much weaker than our Senior Brother Jingmie.
Our universe is practically equivalent to having two Cosmos Rulers.
In other universes, their Cosmos Ruler could never tolerate a Heavenly Prodigy like Senior Brother Jingkong.
Or rather, if another universe had a Heavenly Prodigy like Senior Brother Jingkong, he would certainly think of ways to seize the position of Cosmos Ruler.
This is our universe's greatest advantage!"
All around, the other cultivators nodded one after another.
Their Cosmos Ruler and Saint Jingkong were fellow disciples from the same master, and even blood brothers.
Those two had been together since birth, had always been together even before they began cultivating.
Their bond was incomparably deep.