"Then let Heavenly Wind Saint, Wild War Saint, and Chaos Saint all follow you." Song Zhong really wanted to tell White Nether Ruler that the current him was no telling how much stronger than he had been back then, but in the end, he still did not say it. It would have been too much of a blow.
Besides, he truly did not know exactly how strong White Nether Ruler was, so for now, he would let Wild War Saint and those other powerful Saints follow White Nether Ruler.
As for the remaining cultivators, they could just be assigned however. The rest of the cultivators would not have much impact.
Very soon, they had finished dividing up the three paths.
At the same time, opposite Song Zhong and the others' island.
A group of cultivators looked at the three paths before them, also discussing countermeasures.
"Our luck this time isn't bad. We actually got assigned a cosmos ranked over a thousand."
The Saint's words had only just fallen when, from the side, a sinister voice rang out.
"You think we're lucky? A cosmos ranked over a thousand—under normal circumstances, how could it possibly still exist now? Do you think that if this cosmos were only lucky, it could keep being lucky, and after round after round, still continue to exist?
"How heaven-defying would that luck have to be?"
Once those words fell, the gazes of all the cultivators around turned over.
And the cultivator who had spoken continued, "There's even another possibility. Have any of you thought about it? In previous duels, it was always one strong against one weak.
"Now, after so many cosmoses have been eliminated, our cosmos should belong to the weakest batch among those remaining.
"Then our opponent should be an extremely strong cosmos.
"That cosmos