All the major planets in the cosmos are bustling, with each body beginning to mutate, cultivating the path of the Immortal Sect.
The old man glanced at the people on each planet, all studying Immortal Cultivation Techniques, smiling kindly, "What a revival of the Immortal Technique, villains aim to undermine our foundation, huh."
The old man's consciousness entered a certain space, shakily seated on the main seat, wearing reading glasses, a checkered robe, and flip-flops, "Call them all over."
"Those hundred people?" the voice came.
"The first three will do." The old man elegantly adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, "Only the top three have been granted the right to immortality in this Artificial Universe, they are the only ones qualified to see me."
The top hundred of the Celestial Vaulting List are almost absolutely dominant.
They represent the strongest, invincible, ultimate power of the entire civilization, the "ultimate force" to launch civilizational wars externally.
