Ji Tian's divine sense swept over the several hundred Foundation Establishment disciples gathered in the square. A flicker of disappointment passed through his heart, so faint it was almost imperceptible.
Red entries... There are still far too few.
As far as the eye could see, the entries on the virtual panels floating above most people's heads glimmered dimly.
There wasn't a single golden entry, naturally.
He hadn't expected to gather enough points from these people to extract a golden entry.
By his rough estimate, a little over two hundred people had red entries.
Those with two red entries were rarer still, few and far between.
Yet what made Ji Tian's heart stir even more were the disciples whose highest-ranked entries were only green.
Green entries... and they can still reach Foundation Establishment? The thought was like a stone dropped into a still lake, sending ripples across its surface.
Suppressing his doubts, he let his gaze fall instinctively on a particularly conspicuous figure.
It was an old man, gaunt and haggard, his back so stooped it nearly bent him to the ground. His slack skin resembled crumpled old paper, and beneath sparse, grizzled brows, his cloudy eyes were utterly lifeless.
A few stubborn black strands were mixed in with his white hair. A thick aura of death clung to him, as though he were a candle guttering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
His cultivation had unmistakably stalled at Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
Ji Tian withdrew his gaze and surveyed this "treasure trove of entries," populated by all manner of people.
He hesitated no longer. Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, he barked:
"Extract!"
In an instant, within the field of vision only Ji Tian could perceive, the phantom panels above the hundreds of disciples in the