"Good kid... He actually managed to reach this level."
Progenitor Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly. He had never expected that a Chosen One could create such an astonishing scene.
Even he himself could not accomplish such a thing!
However, based on Candle Dragon's account, he had at least learned and analyzed quite a few things.
Thus, he instantly regained his composure and continued, "I know about the Chosen Ones, but have you made a detailed count?"
"Reporting to Progenitor Dragon, we have. Countless members of the Primordial Myriad Races are currently planning to recruit Chosen Ones into their clans. However, because Ye Tian is so powerful, the recruitment conditions have become extremely stringent, and many groups have not managed to recruit many Chosen Ones."
"The Qilin Clan, on the other hand, just recruited ten million Chosen Ones. I estimate that the Qilin Clan's move is in preparation for the Three Clans War, and... they intend to use those ten million Chosen Ones as cannon fodder."
"However, overall, the number of Chosen Ones who descended this time is fifteen billion."
"As expected."
Progenitor Dragon nodded, the corners of his enormous dragon mouth curling up slightly.
However, while Progenitor Dragon was smiling, the younger members of the Dragon Clan who had come to listen to the Dao, as well as the other dragons among the Ten Great Divine Dragons, could not help drawing a sharp breath.
They had never imagined such a situation.
It had to be known that even if all the top forces among the Primordial Myriad Races were added together, their numbers amounted to only a few hundred million. Yet there were more than fifteen billion Chosen Ones?!
Th-this number was simply too enormous!
Progenitor Dragon did not discuss the matter in detail with them. Instead, he shook his head.
"The Dragon Clan must make more preparations as well. Send word to the Four Seas Dragon Kings and have them prepare. If my expectations are correct, then after this sermon, the Qilin Clan will officially launch the war."
"Yes."
Progenitor Dragon nodded, raised a hand, and sent out a golden message that vanished in the blink of an eye.
To be honest, Progenitor Dragon knew very well that the war between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans was, on one hand, a plot by the Qilin Clan, but on the other, it was also being pushed forward by someone behind the scenes.
But at its core, this war between the three clans was nothing more than a struggle for fortune, resources, and the right to speak in the Primordial World.
Whoever had the bigger fist would possess more resources and greater cultivation.
Therefore, in general, this battle was unavoidable.
Moreover, he had a feeling that such a great war would arrive very soon.
Progenitor Dragon could also sense that the future Primordial World would inevitably be extremely chaotic. Before long, when heroes from the myriad races rose together, new Saints would inevitably emerge from among the Primordial Myriad Races.
In other words, the more fortune and resources one possessed, the greater one's chances of becoming a Saint.
If the Dragon Clan wanted to grow stronger, it had to have a Saint presiding over it. And among the Dragon Clan, the one who would become a Saint had to be him, Progenitor Dragon. It could only be him, Progenitor Dragon.
The same applied to the Qilin Clan and the Phoenix Clan.
However, the Phoenix Clan had been deceived by someone, causing its relationship with the Dragon Clan to become strained. The Qilin Clan, on the other hand, had made it clear that it intended to kill the other two clans to seize their fortune and resources.
Therefore—holding this sermon was an extremely important step. During the sermon, fortune and merit would gather on Progenitor Dragon, while also making it more advantageous for him to deal with the Qilin Clan and the force behind it!
Thinking this, he looked at Progenitor Dragon. "That Chosen One named Ye Tian—after he completes the trial, how many minutes will it take according to the Chosen Ones' time?"
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