The number of Cultivators in all of Huaxia was nearing ten million. This was a massive baseline.
Although the vast majority of them were still only first-stage Cultivators, and only one in ten thousand could cultivate Divine Thought, as long as this foundation existed, there would be more and more experts reaching the Divine Thought Stage—and even the Golden Core Stage—in the future.
It was no wonder other countries were feeling fearful.
Shen Yun slowly descended from the sky. His appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention, even triggering waves of commotion.
"Perfected Lord Thunder is here!"
"Perfected Lord Thunder!"
"He really is so handsome!"
"If only Perfected Lord Thunder would take a disciple! Even the kind who only warms his bed would do!"
Shen Yun no longer wore a cold expression. Instead, a faint smile graced his lips. He now knew that keeping Little Nine by his side made it much harder for others to see through his true strength.
