So Ye Lin and Toutian obediently came down to the ground and walked into the Imperial Capital. Little Red transformed into an utterly ordinary-looking Big Fire Turkey and perched on Ye Lin's shoulder, looking around.
All around them, people crossed paths, and vendors' cries rang out without end.
As they walked, Ye Lin noticed that one in every ten people here was a cultivator. What a terrifying ratio.
One in ten—that meant there were a hundred million cultivators in this Imperial Capital. The number wasn't exact, but it was still astonishing.
That was what made a fortune dynasty such an abnormal force. Its people received the blessings of its fortune, and over time, their bodies grew stronger than those of ordinary people.
They didn't need to cultivate; their bodies would grow stronger all on their own. The stronger the fortune dynasty, the stronger they became.
Once a fortune dynasty reached a certain level of power, even its countless billions of people would all be cultivators. What a terrifying sight that would be.
But there was a drawback: these people couldn't cultivate on their own. They were bound completely to the fortune dynasty. If it grew stronger, they grew stronger.
If the fortune dynasty fell, they wouldn't die, but they would lose all their cultivation.
Going from an ordinary person to a rich one was easy to adjust to. But going from a billionaire to a pauper—that enormous fall was more than anyone could bear.
That was why fortune dynasties were usually so cohesive. Everyone wanted their own dynasty to grow stronger.
"Tsk, this Glazed Dynasty is pretty good. They've already mastered half the fortune-dynasty method. If they keep developing like this, perhaps they really will build themselves an unparalleled fortune dynasty."
"But they took the wrong path from the very