This cultivation method was far too profound and inscrutable. Only a handful of people had any hope of mastering it; the vast majority could only gaze up at it from afar.
But that did nothing to dampen the fire burning in everyone's hearts.
In ancient times, this would have been a divine scripture capable of making one a god or patriarch. It would have opened the road to immortality. Yet now Chief Chen had openly made it available to the public.
It was just a pity that, much like students with the same textbooks, the same teachers, and the same schools, no matter how hard the underachievers tried, they still couldn't get into Tsinghua, Peking University, or the C9 League. Most ordinary people, even with the road to godhood laid before them, would remain ordinary in the end.
Effort, talent, and luck—all three were indispensable.
And this was destined to be a path for only the rarest few.
Over the years, setting aside the legendary figures brought in from abroad, the number of legends Great Xia added each year was usually zero.
Of course, the reason for this was also that, in the earlier years, the pool of peak martial artists had been far too small.
Back when Chen Shouyi went to the capital to take the martial artist examination, the title of the capital's Four Great Peak Martial Artists had still carried considerable weight.
Great Xia as a whole had probably had no more than ten peak martial artists.
Now, however, their numbers had likely increased a hundredfold, reaching well over a thousand.
With such a large pool, the number of legendary powerhouses would probably explode over the next few years.
The Supreme Military Power Committee.
An important meeting was underway.
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