“Hahaha… My North Gate is going to be revitalized!” The old man laughed and stood up, his eyes still looking happily at somewhere in the distance.
“But Master, may I ask what makes you so happy?” Knowing that the old man was happy but not knowing the truth, the confused old men asked humbly.
The old man who was asked stopped smiling and glanced at the other old men with clear eyes. All the old men immediately raised their heads, straightened their chests and tightened their stomachs, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
"Everyone, how many years have I been stationed at the North Gate of Tianfu?" the old man asked.
"One hundred and ninety million years." The elders responded in unison.
"How many people are there at the north gate of Tianfu?" the old man asked again.
"Ninety-eight million nine hundred and seventy thousand people." The elders responded again.
The old head of the sect stroked his beard and said solemnly, "In the past 190 million years, the North Gate has gathered 98,970,000 good cultivators. It is the oldest of the four neutral gates in Tianfu, and has the most cultivators. It also sends tens of thousands of talents to Tianfu every year."
"but!"
"My Tianfu North Gate has never found a top talent for Tianfu! Among the seven sons of Tianfu throughout the ages, there has never been anyone from my Tianfu North Gate. How sad it is." The old head sighed helplessly and desolately.
After hearing his words, the old men almost lowered their heads into their crotches. An indescribable sense of shame made them not know what to say.
Thinking about the situation where their North Gate was always trampled upon every time the four gates gathered together, they felt even more ashamed and simply did not want to return to the Tianfu headquarters.
"We have endured the situation of the three gates laughing at the north gate for many years, but this is what we deserve. Look at the talents sent by the other three gates. We are really not as good as them."
“…” The elders became even more sad after hearing this.
But the old head of the sect said excitedly, "From today on, the days of the three sects laughing at the north sect will soon be over."
"Master, what do you mean?" The elders' hearts were pounding. They all raised their heads and stared at the master with shining eyes.
"My North Gate has been searching for elites but to no avail. Tens of thousands of years ago, our predecessors gritted their teeth and worked together to set up the Savage Realm in the Land of Apocalypse. We hope to intercept talents who are not from our Heaven Realm and gain miraculous gains."
"Over the years, many geniuses from other worlds have indeed emerged from this place, but the miracle that our predecessors hoped for has never happened."
"But may God have mercy on me. Today! No! Tonight! Just now, I finally saw someone who can definitely be called a top talent. As long as she is well trained, she will surely become one of the Seven Sons of Tianfu." The old head of the sect said excitedly.
"Top talent?"
"Seven Talented Sons?"
After hearing this, the elders all looked a little confused, and then they all looked at an old man in the crowd.
Facing the gazes of the crowd, the slightly overweight old man was a little panicked. He was really panicked! Beads of sweat were already appearing on his forehead.
"Wang Chao, why are you back?" But the old head of the sect became even more panicked when he saw him, and his expression changed from the rosy red of joy to a pale blue.
"My lord, I have been back for some time. I have already made proper arrangements for the disciples selected from the Desolate Realm." The old man named Wang Chao reported carefully.
"Is there anyone guarding outside the desolate world?" the old sect leader asked hurriedly.
Wang Chao almost fell to his knees when he heard this, but he managed to hold on and answered, "Reply...Reply to the Sect Leader, because no one has come to the Desolate Realm for ten days, I think there must be a change in the Apocalypse Land, so I ended the extradition early, so I just... just..."