"What's the matter?"
At the dinner table, Little Trumpet was surprised.
Fu Qingjun put down his bowl and chopsticks, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
Another civilization had developed.
Sun Elves?
Only with the rise of one civilization after another can a truly vast Extraordinary World be formed, and gradually, he was realizing this. And with the population explosion at the Fourth Realm over the years, frenzied iterations and deaths, he was also about to enter his next transformation.
He didn't say much, just smiled and said:
"Little Trumpet, the world might really become restless; cultivation is important. The world of mortals is truly descending upon us. Our world only has a population of just over two billion... Compared to them, we are as rare as the mythical beings of eternal life, extraordinarily scarce."
Similar to the era of World War II, there were only over two billion people here as well.
"I don't quite understand," Little Trumpet scratched his head.
