The old man pondered for a long while before finally gritting his teeth.
A flicker of heartache passed through his eyes.
"Alright, Old Wang, you're really going all out. But do you truly mean to do this? By the end, perhaps not a single one of these fellows will be able to enter the Central Star Domain."
"In the end, all these things of yours may be nothing more than drawing water with a bamboo basket—an empty effort. Aren't you planning to save them to nurture the younger generation?"
A surprised voice rang out in the Starry Sky.
The old man merely shook his head faintly.
"I know full well about those people's prejudice against our remote lands. There are quite a few good seedlings among these youngsters. I think highly of them."
"This time, I'm betting on it. Even if our remote lands can produce a single Primordial Unity Golden Immortal this time, that would be excellent."
"As long as they can enter the Central Star Domain, it will mean we're already halfway to success. So, I'll take this gamble."
After speaking, the old man fixed his eyes tightly on the light screen before him.
I've already taken out something this precious. I hope you can make me proud.
As long as a single Primordial Unity Golden Immortal could be born, their remote lands would truly rise to their feet.
Then, the heaven's chosen of the remote lands would also be able to enter the Central Star Domain in turn.
The Central Star Domain rejected cultivators from the First Region; cultivators of the First Region rejected cultivators from the Second Region; cultivators of the Second Region rejected cultivators from the Third Region.
And cultivators from every place rejected cultivators from the remote lands.
This had caused the overall quality