Just as Song Zhong and the others were discussing matters on the island, opposite them, within another island, cultivators had gathered one after another.
There were vast numbers of these cultivators—so many, it felt as if the island could barely hold them all.
Compared to Song Zhong's side, there were at least ten times as many cultivators here.
At this moment, these cultivators were looking at the figure in their midst, whose whole body was wreathed in divine light, and each of their faces was both grave and astonished.
"No, I didn't hear that wrong, did I? The One Thousand Eighty-Six Universe?"
Among the cultivators, an older female cultivator suddenly spoke with a face full of confusion. "That universe ranked over one thousand—how has it survived until now?"
"I truly cannot understand it. Who knows how late they were born? In any case, it was extremely, extremely late. In such a late period of time, their inheritance probably isn't even abundant."
"Their resources must also be extremely scarce."
"Under these circumstances, how many experts could their universe possibly have? How could they have made it all the way to now?"
"Exactly. I don't understand either." Beside her, another male cultivator also nodded in baffled agreement. "Even if they truly do have such terrifyingly talented experts, their other cultivators must be far inferior. It's impossible for an entire universe to have several cultivators with heaven-defying talent."
"Even if they truly gave birth to one top-tier cultivator, that still shouldn't have let them make it to now! This is already the final round of the Contention Realm. After this round, there will only be ten universes left in the world!"
"Still, no matter what, however low their ranking is, we cannot be careless."
"That's right. Since they've made it this far, we