Little Nonpoint traveled another few hundred miles and reached the gates of the Heaven Mending Pavilion. Then he got a shock.
At least tens of thousands of youngsters were waiting there, all gazing expectantly at the Heaven Mending Pavilion, hoping to join this Pure Land from the Primordial Era.
"Why are there so many people?" Little Nonpoint was astonished. Stone Village had only two or three hundred people altogether.
Here, there were tens of thousands of youngsters alone. Add the adults who had accompanied them, and the number climbed even higher.
It was Little Nonpoint's first time seeing what a sea of people actually looked like.
"The Heaven Mending Pavilion is a Pure Land from the Primordial Era, renowned far and wide. Now that it's opening its gates, every Faction in the Desolate Domain with the means to do so is sending its young clansmen and disciples here."
"Exactly. It's no surprise there are so many people. If the Desolate Domain weren't so vast, with some places hundreds of millions of miles from the Heaven Mending Pavilion, Human Society would be even larger."
Some elders escorting youngsters from their clans heard Little Nonpoint's question and explained it to him with a note of wonder.
The Great Wilderness was vast, let alone the entire Desolate Domain.
When word spread that the Heaven Mending Pavilion was recruiting disciples, every region stirred with excitement.
But despite the crowd here, they were only one hair from nine oxen compared with all those who wanted to come but could not.
To cross hundreds of thousands, even millions, of miles to reach the Heaven Mending Pavilion, a large tribe or mighty clan would have to muster the strength of its entire people to escort its youngsters.
Ordinary Factions could forget about reaching the Heaven Mending Pavilion.