In midair, a blurry figure emerged, one of the three middle-aged men Shi Hao and his companions had seen before, still shrouded in chaotic mist, appearing very indistinct.
He personally rushed here to confirm the final candidates entering the Heavenly God Academy.
"Excuse me, senior, isn't this selection for cultivators of the Three Thousand States? Why are there people from Boundless Heaven, and even others from ancient worlds?" someone asked.
Because if these people participate, they will take away some of the quotas from the Three Thousand Dao States.
Just now, it was apparent that the blond-haired man and others were not weaklings; each one was terrifying.
"Oh, these people, due to certain reasons, missed the selection in their ancient worlds. Some were in seclusion, others were in ruins, missing the time. But these individuals are indeed extraordinary, hence they are given a chance to be sent here," the middle-aged man explained.