As Zhang Yu browsed the various goods on the platform, he could not help saying inwardly, "Fu Ji! Didn't you tell me before that the immortals of the Ten Great Sects wanted to recruit more people to come up and compete?"
"And now, damn it, not only are they cutting recruitment, they're stopping it altogether?"
Fu Ji sighed. "The immortals surely want those climbing up from below to compete ever more fiercely, to bleed themselves dry for that competition, bleed their whole families dry, offer up everything. Only then can the Ten Great Sects' profits grow higher and higher, allowing them to sit comfortably above the clouds."
"Otherwise, you would not even have had the chance to take the Foundation Establishment Certificate exam!"
"But now that the Ten Great Sects are recruiting fewer and fewer people, it can only mean there may truly be too many people in the sect grotto-heavens!"
Fu Ji pondered, "After establishing the current Gaokao, university, and corporate systems, the Ten Great Sects have recruited peerless Immortal Dao talents every year. Golden Core cultivators can live four hundred years, Nascent Soul cultivators nearly a thousand. And once they break through further, those at Deity Transformation and Refining Void live longer than the last!"
"Looking at it that way, the population of the sects is indeed growing far faster than it is being depleted."
"Still, what Zhang Pianpian said about the Ten Great Sects halting recruitment and the upper and lower worlds splitting into two worlds—I do not think that is entirely accurate."
"This should only be temporary!"
"Once a batch of people up there dies off, the Ten Great Sects will definitely start expanding recruitment again!"
"It is just that this may take hundreds of years, perhaps even several centuries."
Fu Ji suddenly lamented, "I understand