Hu Laozhang's aged face was full of the look of someone who had seen through life's vicissitudes. Hearing this, he sneered and slowly said, "Little Hou, you simply haven't cultivated long enough!"
"The Four Lands—is that somewhere ordinary people can go? Those tribulation cultivators go in there and don't even leave bones behind! Those Demonic Cultivators are true fiends. What does killing without blinking even count as? Over there, they eat people without blinking. With your just-entered Foundation Establishment cultivation, if you were thrown into the Four Lands, at most you'd be refined into an incomplete Foundation Establishment Pill!"
As Hu Laozhang spoke, he seemed to recall something, and a trace of terror surfaced deep in his eyes.
Clearly, there was some truth to the saying that those stationed at the Spirit Plant Garden were mostly people with shattered Dao Hearts. Hu Laozhang had never expected to become a great cultivator. The blows dealt by Heaven's Prides during his younger wandering days were only one reason; deeper still were his experiences in the Four Lands.
As a result, his pursuit of cultivation seemed to have lost the yearning it had possessed in his youth.
And there were simply too many Heaven's Prides appearing like clouds.
It did not take ten years or a hundred years. Every single year, different geniuses emerged.
Hou Wucai was somewhat frightened as well. He had never been to the Four Lands. The reason he had come here was also because the destinations available to Spirit Plant Masters were basically the Spirit Plant Gardens of the Profound Heaven Dao Sect.
Otherwise, he could go to the Profound Heaven Dao Academy. If he worked hard enough, he might be able to obtain some minor post.
"Elder Hu, aren't you exaggerating a little too much?"
"Hmph, hmph. How