"Junior Brother, do you know how many Cultivators have come to this place in the past eight hundred years?"
At the peak, on ground paved with Jade Stone, stood a magnificent hall hundreds of zhang tall.
Before the great hall, green smoke curled upwards from a thriving Incense Burner. Yun Qianshan stopped, turned, and seemed to ask casually.
Chu Mu's brow furrowed slightly, and he remained silent.
Seeing this, Yun Qianshan turned to look at the majestic hall, his voice low. "In the past eight-hundred-some years, our Celestial Palace has organized a total of over three hundred and seventy thousand Cultivators to step foot in this place."
"On average, nearly five hundred Cultivators have entered this mountain every day."
At this, Yun Qianshan suddenly gave a strange smile. "Junior Brother, do you know how many of those three hundred and seventy thousand-plus Cultivators ultimately survived?"
