Wang Quan found it quite interesting to watch everyone chat.
In the brief span of a cup of tea, he saw at least two hundred thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators with level-one access speak.
As for how many Foundation Establishment cultivators with [Dao Seals] had level-zero access and could not speak, he had even less idea.
"It seems there really are a lot of [Dao Seal] cultivators on the New Continent!"
At first, he had thought cultivators with Dao Seals were few and far between.
But now, a vague realization dawned on him. "The Drowning Dao alone arranged for two or three hundred thousand Lower Court cultivators to go to the Far Western Land."
"If each Lower Court produces an average of one Dao Seal cultivator every hundred years, that would add up to two or three hundred thousand Dao Seal cultivators over a century."
"What's more, the Drowning Dao might not have only two or three hundred thousand Lower Courts. It could have four or five hundred thousand, or even a million."
The New Continent was too vast, so vast that he did not know where it ended.
The Drowning Dao was enormous too. Even now that he had become a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he still did not know where its headquarters were.
Nor had he heard any news of its headquarters.
He knew even less about how many Lower Courts the Drowning Dao had in operation.
He even had the feeling that ordinary Lower Court cultivators spent their entire lives moving within the ten-million-li or tens-of-millions-of-li territory surrounding their Lower Court.
As for places farther afield, to those cultivators, they were all a void.
Many cultivators and spirit monsters knew that this world was vast, but no one knew exactly how vast it was.
He watched their conversation a