Shen Wei and the others held their sect elders in great respect. After honestly reporting what had happened, they felt a little relieved. Then Shen Yi asked the question they cared about most: how had Ling Tian and the others opened so many Small Worlds?
"Exactly. We've cultivated the Great Thousand Worlds for millions of years, and even with the help of the Creation Divine Tree, we've only managed to open four Small Worlds. How did you open four or even more? You didn't have the Creation Divine Tree's help, after all." Shen Mi asked, full of confusion. As she spoke, she looked at Ling Tian. "Especially you, Fellow Daoist Ling Tian. You actually opened one hundred and seven Small Worlds. That's far more than even our Sect Master has opened."
Ling Tian was taken aback, then asked curiously, "May I ask how many Small Worlds the Sect Master opened?"
"Ten..." Shen Wei did not hide the truth, but he had barely uttered the words before someone interrupted him.
"What? Your Sect Master only opened ten Small Worlds?!" Po Tian looked utterly incredulous. He did not believe Shen Wei would lie about this, though, and then he laughed. "That makes me feel a little better. I also opened ten Small Worlds, so I suppose it's understandable that I failed to open an eleventh."
Po Tian was not the only one who thought so; the others felt the same. At least when it came to opening Small Worlds, they were all full of confidence now, no longer disheartened by their earlier failure to open more.
"As far as I know, your Sect Master has cultivated the Great Thousand Worlds for an extremely long time—over ten million years, at the very least. How did he open only a handful of Small Worlds