"Ha ha ha! I've finally broken through again."
Ancestor Ganlong's hearty laughter rang through the heavens.
He could feel that the power within him was more than ten times greater than before.
And this was merely the breakthrough of the higher-ups.
Throughout the vast world within the Chaos Bead, the five hundred thousand disciples had put on an even grander feast of collective transformation.
With almost every breath, a disciple broke through to the next realm.
Some disciples broke through several minor realms in succession, advancing by leaps and bounds.
Others, having accumulated enough strength, shattered the bottleneck of a major realm in one stroke, leaping over the dragon gate like carp.
The rich spiritual energy had condensed into tangible vortices, swirling throughout the various cultivation grounds.
Fragments of laws had fallen like a rain of light, greedily absorbed by the disciples.
The entire inner world of the Chaos Pearl had been immersed in a frenzied atmosphere of cultivation.
The seclusion had finally drawn near its end.
At that moment, if anyone had been able to look down upon the entire world within the Chaos Pearl, they would have been shaken by the sight before them.
Of the five hundred thousand disciples, more than ninety percent had successfully achieved breakthroughs.
Among them, the number of cultivators who had reached the Saint God Realm had soared, surpassing a hundred.
Every Saint God was a pillar of the sect, an existence capable of founding a sect of their own.
As for the cultivators of the Heavenly God Realm, they had sprung up like bamboo shoots after the spring rain, their numbers breaking past the one-thousand mark.
More than a thousand Heavenly Gods—what a terrifying force that was.
The number of cultivators in the Human God Realm had reached the astonishing figure of