Only saints are qualified to contend for the crossing, but currently, the Great Wilderness has not produced any saints, at least not openly.
Therefore, the receding mist does not necessarily signify the crossing. It might be due to other reasons.
Xu Mo shook his head inwardly, disagreeing with Gongsun Rou's statement.
He was already a half-step saint, just a step away from the threshold. After overcoming the Great Heavenly Tribulation, he would enter the saint realm.
To be precise, it should be a minor saint.
The saint realm is divided into two tiers: those who have just entered are minor saints, and then there are great saints.
And it's not just him; the Empress of Great Jin also has the hope of breaking through to the saint realm.
Although, at present, the Empress of Great Jin is still breaking through to the sub-saint realm, Xu Mo knows clearly that once she breaks through to the sub-saint realm, she will not be far from the saint realm.
Because this woman possesses a sacred artifact that can absorb saintly dao rhymes. By using this method, she can take a shortcut and reach the saint realm quickly and easily.
This is also why Xu Mo envies the Empress of Great Jin.
If he had this sacred artifact, he would probably have been a saint long ago.
Without a sacred artifact, one can only rely on comprehending saintly dao rhymes on their own to advance to sainthood. Xu Mo is currently on this path.
Shaking his head, Xu Mo stopped thinking about these matters. For him now, what's more important are those who are rushing towards the imperial capital.
"Instruct your subordinates to prepare. I will personally interrogate those Earthlings later!" Xu Mo said.
Gongsun Rou nodded, bowed slightly, and then said, "Besides this matter, there is also the issue of selecting consorts."
"The Ministry of Rites has completed all preparations. The selection of consorts will take place in two days, and Your Majesty will personally attend to choose the imperial consorts for Great Qian."
As she spoke, she worried that His Majesty might not be clear about the selection process and began to explain it to Xu Mo one by one.
"Your Majesty, for this selection of consorts, you must choose at least four imperial consorts and eight talented ladies. The rest will depend on their personal wishes. If they wish to remain in the imperial palace, they will be considered as maidens," Gongsun Rou said.
Hearing this, Xu Mo instantly felt his head swell.
Four imperial consorts, eight talented ladies, and those not chosen would remain in the palace as maidens. Wouldn't his previously empty harem soon become a place filled with beauties?
"Alright, I understand," Xu Mo could only agree.
It was only at this moment that he truly felt the lack of freedom that came with being an emperor.
Fortunately, most of those who could reach the final stages of the selection were peerless beauties, which he could accept.
Seeing that His Majesty had agreed, Gongsun Rou withdrew with a smile.
After Gongsun Rou left, Xu Mo also rose from the hall and prepared to return to his cultivation chamber.
The Great Wilderness appearing inexplicably on Earth, and even being involved in the crossing, made him feel a slight unease.
Xu Mo had never been so eager to improve his realm.
"It's time to step into the saint realm, otherwise, I won't be able to cope with future situations," he muttered to himself.
There was still one day before his fellow countrymen arrived at the imperial capital. Xu Mo did not want to waste time. He directly returned to his cultivation chamber, brought out the Chaos Brazier, and began to refine items within it to increase his cultivation!
...
At the same time, several spacecraft were speeding across the land of Great Qian, traversing mountains and crossing rivers, passing by many cities along the way.
The eastern military camp was tens of thousands of miles away from the imperial capital. The spacecraft were not very fast, and moreover, they were carrying many people, so it would take a day to reach their destination.
Chen Wu and Wang Hao stood at the bow of the spacecraft, directing the soldiers to pilot it towards the imperial capital.
During the journey, they had to avoid dangerous areas, such as mountains and swamps inhabited by demonic beasts.
In the middle of the spacecraft were a group of Earthling captives, their hands bound and their freedom restricted.
After being captured by these people who were suspected to be cultivators, everyone knew they couldn't escape and their fate would be decided by these individuals.
However, when they arrived at the military camp, they were locked up in prison. On the way, a bearded officer-like soldier performed some kind of spell on several of them, causing them to lose a portion of their memories.
This method immediately terrified everyone, making their faces turn pale. Some realized that this might be the soul-searching technique mentioned in novels.
But fortunately, these people did not continue the 'soul-searching' indefinitely and stopped at an appropriate point.
Jack, watching the scenery recede, looked extremely uneasy and said, "Where are they taking us? Are we going to see their ruler?"
"I don't know. These cultivators seem to have strict military discipline and are likely under orders to escort us to another location."
"Fuck, what kind of hellhole is this? Why are there so many 'superhumans'? Are we going to be dissected for research, or sacrificed?"
"Shut up! Don't jinx it! We're just ordinary people, what's the point of dissecting us for research?"
"That's not necessarily true. To these cultivators, we are outsiders. Even if we are ordinary people, they might be curious, right?"
"Damn it! Why doesn't anyone in this damned place understand Earth languages? We can't even communicate."
Everyone whispered, their hearts filled with fear and unease.
Just then, the spacecraft passed by an incredibly prosperous large city.
The city walls, built with blue bricks, were hundreds of meters high. The city gates were forged from dark, lustrous iron ore, exuding a majestic and ancient aura.
Further inside the city, tall and magnificent wooden pavilions stood, making it extremely prosperous, with vendors everywhere on the streets and people coming and going.
Above the city, cultivators flew on cranes, some on swords, and some on clouds. All sorts of sights were present.
A scene of immense prosperity and flourishing civilization unfolded before the eyes of everyone on the spacecraft, leaving them all shocked and incredulous!
"This... is this the land of cultivators? It's like a divine kingdom. Almost everyone travels by air. This is too astonishing!"
"Hiss! That massive city gate, hundreds of meters high, is actually carved from a single piece of giant iron ore, with no signs of splicing! Is this the power of cultivators?"
"Have you noticed that the architectural style and attire of these cultivators are very similar to ancient China?"
Someone directly pointed out the issue, instantly making everyone react.
That's right!
Why are the architectural styles and clothing of these cultivators so similar to ancient China? Could there be some connection between the two?
In an instant, the Chinese people in the crowd became the focus, as everyone wanted to know the answer.
However, the Chinese people were even more bewildered than the foreigners. They had no idea what was going on. Could it be that ancient China had an overseas territory?
After Professor Sam observed the city, he became even more certain that this new continent definitely had a connection with ancient China.
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that these cultivators shared the same design principles as ancient China?