Several months later at a castle on the west coast the junior cultivator was bowing to his warrior king.
"I cannot explain it master, or how it happened so fast." He said standing up. "But it was as if every mortal on the south star Island had suddenly become a core level cultivator."
"Within a year, it's impossible for any one to climb so high." The king said lounging on his throne. "You said the leader sounded just?"
"Yes, my king!"
"And how many core level cultivators have you seen there?" The king continued.
"I saw at least three hundred in my two days there." He said getting quieter with each word.
The king's schlock became prevalent. "If you had to guess how many core cultivators where on the island?"
"I asked the librarian and he estimated into the millions." As the young cultivator spoke, he began to kneel in fear.
"What!" The king yelled shaking the castle. "How! Millions!" He gasped.
Leading up to the immortal assembly's 10-year celebration similar scenes began appearing all over the continent causing an uproar.
Like that rumour swirled and core level cultivators avoided the southern island country until the fateful day.