Beside a Golden Lake on the Branch Floating Continent occupied by Yang Feng.
Yang Feng arrived before the Golden Lake and sighed faintly to himself. What a pity. There isn't enough time. If only I had a little more time!
A formidable figure like Yang Feng preferred to bring everything under his control and disliked the existence of anything beyond his grasp.
The Radiant Great Saint was a Great Saint-level powerhouse, the most powerful kind of existence in any era, any plane, or any universe. Even after having fallen for countless years, he could still be reborn through all manner of inconceivable methods. With a single thought, such a terrifying existence could kill Yang Feng.
For a formidable figure like Yang Feng, the feeling of having his life beyond his own control was exceedingly unpleasant. However, if he wanted a share of the Human Race Supreme Council and to leap in one bound into its upper ranks, he needed the support of a terrifying existence at the Saint Spirit Warlock level. Otherwise, all his schemes would be moonlight in a well, flowers in water—no matter how carefully he plotted, they would be of no use.
"Radiant Great Saint! According to the historical records, he was not someone who repaid kindness with enmity. I can only hope that he still retains his former character. Besides, there is no conflict of interest between us. I can barely be considered his savior, so the chances of suffering a backlash should be relatively small!"
After pondering repeatedly, a resolute look flashed through Yang Feng's eyes. He took out the Desolate Saint's Pot and tossed it into the Golden Lake.
The instant the Desolate Saint's Pot entered the Golden Lake, it bloomed with incomparably brilliant radiance.
The outer layer of the Desolate Saint's Pot immediately