Thus, these supreme treasures that had once stirred the storms of chaos
ultimately became echoes buried by time.
From then on, they sank deep into the mire of chaos, never to reveal their edge again.
To say he felt no regret would be a lie.
But Li Tian was helpless as well.
He had no clue where those supreme treasures had scattered to.
Otherwise, he would have poured everything he had into searching for them, even if it meant scouring all of chaos!
Just think about it—those were supreme treasures personally refined by the Three Thousand Gods and Demons!
Even if damaged, even if dimmed, their origins still bore the imprint of the Chaos-level.
Even with only thirty percent of their power remaining, they would still stand firmly above Innate Supreme Treasures!
And in the entire Primordial Wilderness, how many Innate Supreme Treasures were there?
A slight comparison made the answer as clear and glaring as if carved by blade and axe.
Li Tian sighed soundlessly in his heart.
Regret was regret, but there was nothing he could do for now.
Although he now had the confidence to enter chaos, chaos was vast, without beginning or end;
the creatures lurking within came in all kinds, strange and unpredictable—
there were even Chaos Godfiends born anew after Creation.
Though they were far less overwhelmingly tyrannical than the Three Thousand Gods and Demons of old,
their vicious methods and battle-hardened experience still could not be taken lightly.
The Three Thousand Gods and Demons of that era had been kings who fought their way through bloodshed among countless chaos creatures.
Their combat power, will, and instincts had all reached the utmost limit.
Though chaos had declined in the present day, a starved camel was still larger than a horse—
even the weakest newborn