Ning Tian lay silently on Su Yueyao's soft thighs, gazing at the towering stone monument in the Sky, lost in thought. Most of the Heavenly Soul numbers on the monument hovered between 1 and 0.

Except for a few, most cultivators had a Heavenly Soul number of zero.

From this, one could roughly deduce how many cultivators remained in the Heavenly Soul Realm.

"Around two thousand..."