"I don't know about that. It's a top-level secret; how could we, the minor cultivators, possibly understand it?"
Hou Niao clicked his tongue. Only cosmic forces like Qingkong could know the roots of Hell Star, or perhaps other beings from outer realms might know something. But he, this bumpkin from Jinxiu, knew nothing at all.
"How many of these people have come?"
"There's no way to count. Eighteen island continents, where can't they hide? Except for the Medicine King Furnace, who can accurately calculate? Besides, what's the use of knowing? It's no longer a matter that can be settled by fighting. Anyone who dares to try would be attacked en masse, including ourselves!"
