Disciple Ranks, Eighteenth-Order Secret Arts
"At present, there are five gold-robed disciples at headquarters. As for purple-robed disciples, besides those living on the floating islands, there are also those who do not live here. Their number far exceeds ten thousand, so the rankings are fiercely contested."
The golden-haired elder brought Lin Mu to the sole floating island where newly inducted disciples resided. There were far more palaces here.
Lin Mu's arrival had already been recorded in many places—his soul aura, his status as a purple-robed disciple, the authority he possessed, and so on. Thus, some well-connected disciples who kept a close watch on intelligence soon received news that a newcomer had arrived.
However, none of them cared.
Because a purple-robed disciple... was simply too ordinary.
There were already over ten thousand living on the floating islands, not to mention those outside the islands, whose numbers were even greater!
Every Samsara era saw an unending stream of purple-robed disciples entering. It was nothing unusual.
Only when Lin Mu displayed astonishing strength—for example, defeating highly ranked disciples, showing a unique talent, or creating peerless arts such as an eighteenth-order secret art—would he attract attention.
Right now? Lin Mu was utterly inconspicuous among the many disciples.
After all, according to his records, his secret art was merely at the peak seventeenth-order level. Every purple-robed disciple was at least at that level.
The golden-haired elder's long hair fluttered as he pointed at the floating island below them. Though it was called an island, it spanned over a hundred million light-years, comparable to the three great forbidden lands of the Universe Ocean. It was grand and majestic, with palaces arranged in orderly fashion across its surface. Purple-robed disciples and servants could be seen walking about.
"Do you know why those disciples are so eager