"No—it's only that the world is only thus."
Several figures descended from Jian Mu's branches, which blotted out the sky. The moment everyone saw them clearly, their eyes widened unconsciously.
"...Flame Emperor?! It's the Flame Emperor!"
As the first person beneath Jian Mu's shade cried out in mingled surprise and delight, the countless people from the Dou Qi Continent—the first group to choose ascension to the Great Thousand World—erupted into joyful cheers.
Although more than ten Dou Di had emerged in the Dou Qi Continent over the past few decades, the names Flame Emperor and Mysterious Empress still carried extraordinary weight there.
As the two Dou Di who had crushed the ambitious Hun Clan and played a crucial role in resisting the Tunling Clan's annexation, they could be called the benefactors behind all the blessings the Dou Qi Continent had enjoyed since then.
Whether it was slaying the Spirit Devouring Saint King and returning the energy devoured from the Dou Qi Continent over tens of thousands of years, or leaving behind the Spirit Crystal Land and allowing all living beings to enter and cultivate—
Even this planar migration and the planting of Jian Mu—everything they had done had naturally been witnessed by the people of the Dou Qi Continent.
This was probably how the trust that made one worthy of following was built.
Not to mention that so long as there was a chance to reach the summit, there would never be a shortage of followers—let alone when the summit itself stood before them.
Even Xiao Yan could not help feeling somewhat surprised as he watched the countless people of the Dou Qi Continent boiling with excitement beneath Jian Mu's shade.
Purely in terms of the outcome, it was the number.
Though he had long suspected it, this number was