Looking at Wutian before him, Tongtian helped him up without the slightest hesitation.
After a moment's thought, Tongtian spoke again.
"From this day forth, you are a third-generation direct disciple of my Interception Sect."
"I am Saint Tongtian, sect master of the Interception Sect. As for my cultivation, I am at the third heaven of mixed origin."
"The Interception Sect has three deputy sect masters, all at the pinnacle of quasi-saint."
"Below them are the Four Direct Disciples and the Ten Attendant Immortals, mostly quasi-saints or at the perfection of the Daluo Realm. As for the second-generation disciples below them, even I don't know the exact number. Around three thousand, perhaps."
"Next comes your generation, the third-generation disciples. There are about a hundred thousand of them."
"Then there are the fourth- and fifth-generation disciples, as well as the outer disciples. I don't know their exact numbers either, but altogether, there should be over two hundred thousand."
"You can learn the details once we finish things here and you return to Golden Ao Island with me."
"In any case, I also have two elder brothers. The eldest is Taishang Laozi, and the second is the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. Both have their own sects. From now on, address them as martial uncles."
As Tongtian explained, Wutian was utterly dumbfounded.
Good heavens, was this a joke?
He had already entered the Primordial Unity realm, after all. In this world, he was essentially one of the strongest beings in existence.
Even Tathagata of the West might not be his match.
Yet under this Master, he couldn't even fucking qualify as a second-generation disciple? He could only be a third-generation disciple?
And there were fucking more than a hundred thousand people at the same cultivation level as him.
Simply terrifying.
*Not to mention that his