"Since I have already agreed to let Can Tianming Yu gather his forces before starting the great battle, what? Do you think that once they gather too many people, we won't be able to defeat them?"
Zou Rui's youthful face showed no anger as he smiled at the crowd.
Everyone was slightly startled. Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang immediately bowed. "We aren't afraid of how many people they gather. No matter how many Mahayana cultivators there are, the ones who can truly make a difference are only those ranked among the top hundred of the God-Demon Ranking. And the top hundred fellow Daoists willing to follow you are more than enough to crush them."
Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang spoke with absolute confidence. He admired Zou Rui to the utmost.
As one of the top great powers in the Three Realms who had lived for over a million years, he had never known that there were still so many Mahayana cultivators in the Three Realms who had not ascended even after one or two million years. Nor did he know how Zou Rui had managed to find them all.
In truth, Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang was not the only one astonished. The thirty or forty Mahayana cultivators in the valley were also puzzled.
Most of them were unfamiliar with one another. Even if they had heard of each other or met a few times, they generally knew little about the other's origins or circumstances. Yet Zou Rui had still managed to find them all, which truly baffled them.
One had to know that many among them had not appeared for tens or even hundreds of thousands of years. Zou Rui had found some of them while they were in the middle of a withered-death seclusion.
A withered-death seclusion meant completely entering a