Two days later.
The sky was azure, and the sun shone brightly.
Hundreds of thousands of young heroes stood in the square, full of ambition, spirit, and resolution, ready to shine in the upcoming 'Freshman Grand Competition.'
"The strength of the human race has increased quite a bit!"
On the outskirts of the crowd, Qin Wudao stood with hands behind his back, his aura restrained, seeming both present and absent, like an illusory bubble.
He surveyed the surroundings and found that the talents recruited this time were quite strong, with the lowest cultivation at the Taiyi Earth Immortal Realm, and many Golden Immortals present.
"I wonder how many levels I can break through!"
"I want to take my idol as a model, break through three thousand levels, gain fame in the world, and protect the human race!"
"Little chubby, who is your idol?"
