They entered the sect.
The Godslayer Saber said, "Why are there so few humans in your sect?"
As far as he could sense, there were only a handful of people in the sect, even counting everyone.
The Godslayer Saber had thought otherwise.
Given how weak the Human Race currently was, and how powerful Qin Shujian was, a sect he established should not have had so few members.
Qin Shujian said, "This is the Main Sect. We also have six branches, and the other disciples are there. Our sect currently has over two hundred thousand members."
"Over two hundred thousand? That's not bad."
The Godslayer Saber spoke.
In ancient times, humans had primarily lived in tribes, but powerful cultivators had also established sects and traditions, welcoming all living beings without discrimination.
Those sects and traditions
had numbered anywhere from several hundred thousand members to several million, or even tens of millions.
Some had even had disciples throughout the world.
When Qin Shujian walked into the sect,
The Godslayer Saber gave a soft exclamation of surprise. "The power of faith? Are you planning to forge an Ancestral Weapon?"
Before Qin Shujian
stood a long saber sculpture modeled after Thousand Mountain Blood.
After the Origin Sect Disciples' worship day and night, the saber sculpture carried an almost imperceptible, intimidating aura.
But if one looked with the Dharma Eye,
one would discover a mysterious power lingering over the sculpture.
That power was simply so faint that it was almost nonexistent.
Qin Shujian said, "You know about this too, Senior?"
The moment the question left his mouth, he realized how stupid it was.
Who was he speaking to?
An Ancestral Weapon!
Qin Shujian felt that no one could have asked such a question without suffering from a blood clot in the brain for ten years.