Damm it.
Qin Mu cursed inwardly.
"Seven days," Qin Mu said, rubbing his temples. "I need time to cultivate, and I also need to cross long spanning light year distances. Even if there were no competitors, that still wouldn't be enough."
"And since I'm supposedly the only one in the trial," he added suspiciously, "Can't they just directly give me the champion title?"
The Heavenly Sword Sect's Secret Realm was clearly not something a normal human could play with.
A Galaxy Level Martial Artist, in the Milky Way Galaxy, was already considered decent, strong enough to survive. At Galaxy Peak, one could even become a small squad leader in a force like the Night Spirit Society.
But the Heavenly Sword Sect?
That was a Universe level force, ruling over countless worlds.
Ten thousand Qingxuan Realms, how many Milky Way Galaxy did that represent? Just counting them would take tens of thousands of years.
They didn't lack disciples.
Not even a little.
