Calculation

Time flew like an arrow, years like a shuttle; in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years of vicissitudes had passed.

Ten thousand years of time had turned seas into mulberry fields, bringing earth-shaking changes in every respect.

Somewhere in a Territory World...

"Old Ancestor!"

A middle-aged man hurried back. His expression tense, he came before the gathered crowd and reported to the white-haired youth seated at the center, "Qing'er has already joined the queue at the shop. The transaction will be completed shortly. Should we sell off all the Myriad Dao Points in our hands?"

Lin Dong, his hair snowy white yet his face still youthful, sat in a grandmaster's chair. Most of those surrounding him were his blood descendants, the Rising Stars of the Lin Clan. The rest were heroes who had followed him all the way here, all men of wisdom and strategy.

Faced with the middle-aged man's question, Lin Dong said nothing. He merely tilted his head back against the chair, his right index finger lightly tapping the backrest as though deep in thought over what choice to make.

This posture made everyone exchange glances. The members of the Lin Clan turned their gazes back toward the middle-aged man.

Under the eyes of the Lin Clan, the middle-aged man could only sigh helplessly and step forward to persuade him. "Old Ancestor, your grandson knows that the Myriad Treasures Pavilion has shown our Lin Clan great kindness, but no matter how great that kindness is, we cannot be buried alongside it! The Myriad Dao Convention is about to begin. This is our last chance!"

"That's right!"

"Third Great-Granduncle is correct!"

"Ever since advancing six thousand years ago, that man has remained at the Sixth-rank without making another breakthrough. He has stayed there for six whole terms