In the blink of an eye.
More than eighteen hundred years had passed.
One day.
In a city renowned throughout the surrounding area.
An academy founded by a top-tier sect, backed by five Mahayana cultivators, opened its doors in the city.
A Mahayana cultivator personally took on disciples.
One had to understand that, within a dynasty of the Human Race.
The Mahayana cultivators of a great thousand world were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.
Indeed, to put it more precisely, he was merely a somewhat larger fish in the Yangtze River.
Throughout the entire world, there were at least hundreds of billions of cultivators with strength and cultivation like his.
But, by the same token.
This cultivator of the Mahayana realm.
Within the city where he lived.
Was still a powerhouse who appeared only once among hundreds of thousands of people!
Compared with immortals, who appeared only once in a million, or heavenly immortals, who appeared only once in ten million.
Cultivators of the mystic immortal realm, who appeared only once among a hundred million people.
Or even cultivators of the golden immortal realm, of whom there were fewer than a hundred million throughout the entire great thousand world of a Human Race dynasty.
Cultivators of the primordial unity golden immortal realm, who numbered fewer than a million.
And cultivators of the daluo golden immortal realm, whose numbers in a Human Race dynasty barely reached four digits, and generally only exceeded that by a little.
A cultivator of the Mahayana realm could not compare.
But though he fell short of those above, he had plenty to spare over those below!
As one of those closest to becoming immortals.
Anyone who broke through to the Mahayana realm before the age of four hundred.
Had a chance of becoming