"The three thousand years have come, you may leave first, prepare for the coming apocalypse!"
Gu Qingyang's figure emerged, and he calmly spoke.
Upon hearing this, the three thousand cultivators all acknowledged and withdrew.
Closed in seclusion for three thousand years.
Each one, at the very least, entered the fifteenth rank.
Such a significant change naturally filled everyone with confidence.
Indeed.
Though the cultivation has advanced swiftly.
The three thousand cultivators have also shouldered tremendous debts.
After all, attempting to jump from the thirteenth rank to the fifteenth rank in a mere three thousand years without using a large number of Contribution Points is entirely impossible.
"It's a pity that the requirements for the ascension of an eighth-rank world do not only demand the quantity of fifteenth-rank cultivators but also need over one hundred thousand fourteenth-rank cultivators.
