Heads bobbed everywhere!
A vast number of Golden Core cultivators began gathering. With the requirements for this round of cultivator slots now set, everyone had converged before the cliff face of the Immortal-Fall Grotto.
Nearly ten thousand people, all of them Golden Core cultivators—without question, it was an astonishing sight.
This was the accumulation of the vast Nine Provinces over nearly three thousand years. Its magnificence went without saying.
If this force could be brought under control, the entire Nine Provinces would tremble before it. Even Heavenly Immortals would have to retreat in the face of it, unless Tribulation-Transcending True Immortals stepped in. Even Li Su—unless he formed a great formation—even a formation of a hundred people would be enough to contend with him. Once the group exceeded three hundred, they could basically chase him around.
The power of a team against individual strength—unless there was an enormous gap in realms, it was still very difficult for the few to defeat the many.
Li Su was among the crowd as well.
As his gaze swept across the gathering, he found that people from the top sects of practically every major province had arrived.
Among them was the Azure Luan Sect.
He spotted some familiar faces in their ranks: Gu An, Fan Yun, Tang Chong, and Elder Yang. There were several others beside them as well, all with formidable auras, all Yang Spirit cultivators.
Li Su recognized one of them. He was written in Li Su's little notebook.
It was Zhou Chaoli—the fellow whose two sons had met with him: one had been badly wounded and lost the Fire Scale Blade, while the other had been defeated. In the end, this old bastard had cast aside all dignity and personally attacked him.
Though he had later sent Li Su a cultivation