Azure Sea Sword Mountain was already like this; in other, far inferior sects, quite a few perceptive people had also sensed another mountain rain poised to sweep across the entire cultivation world.
Fuyao Mountain.
"There are more geniuses in the sect as well, but the karmic fortunes around them are terribly tangled."
When these geniuses were first admitted, the elders responsible for recruiting disciples had not thought much of it.
In times like these, an era in which countless heavenly treasures and earthly materials emerged, the cultivation environment was far superior to that of old cultivators like them in the past.
Previously, people would fight and slaughter one another over a single stalk of Heavenly Spirit Dan Grass.
A seventh-grade precious herb would have been enough to stir conflict in the past. But now, the spiritual vitality of the world was abundant and overflowing.
Not to mention that seventh-grade precious herbs were everywhere, even fifth-grade precious herbs were no longer so rare.
Even many divine immortal medicines and legendary precious herbs, said to exist only in ancient records, could actually be nurtured in this era.
If precious herbs were like this, then among the living beings who cultivated throughout the world, the geniuses they produced would only surpass this by far.
Otherwise, Fuyao Mountain alone—just Fuyao Mountain—had already seen far more geniuses than the number recorded throughout its entire history.
This generation of Fuyao Mountain was also among the very best peaks of all generations in terms of the quality of its disciples.
Yet it was precisely because of this flourishing age.
Within the mountain gate, someone had thoughtfully performed a divination.
But all they could calculate was a pond into which trickles of water occasionally gathered, its withered lotuses ruined and decaying.
The pond, too, was listless and deathly