"E-every... every day, he's responsible for writing them?"
At those words, even Empress Bingling, calm as ice, was left dumbfounded, a storm surging in her heart.
Myriad Phenomena Immortal Emperor, Seven Stars Immortal Emperor, Vast Sea Immortal Emperor, and the others gaped without a shred of dignity, shock written all over their faces.
Did "responsible for writing them every day" mean mass production?
"Do you take Quasi-Hegemon Level and Hegemon Grade scriptures for cabbages? 'Responsible for writing them every day'—that's not a funny joke," Vast Sea Immortal Emperor said.
He pursed his lips, feeling his mouth go dry.
For some reason, even though he knew full well how absurd those words were, he had still believed them on instinct.
And it wasn't just him. The others had done the same.
They knew it was a lie, yet they all instinctively believed it. It was incredibly strange.
"Quasi-Hegemon Level and Hegemon Grade cultivators are the most elite in the world. Naturally, scriptures at those levels aren't cabbages."
The Purple Clad Man chuckled, the corners of his mouth curling up. "Even with our sect's strength, producing them nonstop would be impossible. But it's true that our ancestor writes them. Not one every day, perhaps, but one every ten days or half a month is still possible."
"Hegemon Grade scriptures do take longer, but the collection in our sect's Scripture Repository is more than enough to keep you studying until you die."
His voice was light; there wasn't a trace of showing off in it.
But to Empress Bingling, Myriad Phenomena Immortal Emperor, and the others, his words crashed like thunder, deafening them.
A Quasi-Hegemon Level scripture every few days, or at most every ten days or half a month?
Hegemon Grade scriptures took longer, but the stock they had was enough to