Not to mention the students, but even the professors lowered their heads in shame and despair.
"If we can't gather all the Divine Masters in ten years, then not only Cang Lang Continent, but perhaps the entire three thousand worlds will be reduced to nothingness. At that time, the three thousand worlds will disappear, and the world will return to its most primitive state. Are you guys really willing to see this happen?"
At this moment, someone's eyes turned red and tears fell.
A student choked on his tears as he asked Professor Song, "Prime Emperor, becoming a Divine Master is easier said than done. There hasn't been a new Divine Master in the three thousand worlds for nearly 20,000 years. Could it be that we can only wait for death?"
Wait for death.
These words made them feel despair.
