The remnant primordial spirit was like duckweed without roots, liable to dissipate at any moment.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist." The middle-aged man was not surprised to see Wuji and bowed respectfully.
"It seems your true body perished long ago. Even this primordial spirit avatar cannot endure much longer. Within ten thousand years, it will vanish completely." Wuji was somewhat surprised.
"You have sharp eyes, fellow Daoist. Your strength is likely no weaker than a Sage King's," the middle-aged man said.
Wuji neither confirmed nor denied it.
"Fellow Daoist, what exactly is inside this wooden box?"
Wuji asked bluntly.
"Ah, forget it. Since I have already fallen, there is no harm in telling you. There is a token inside the box."
The middle-aged man's expression changed upon hearing the question. He sighed as he spoke.
"What is so special about a token?"
Wuji did not understand.
"This token is no ordinary item. To be precise, only three remain in the entire Fengwang World. Once gathered, they can be merged into a new token that opens a Fengwang Secret Realm."
The middle-aged man explained.
"The Fengwang Secret Realm?"
Wuji asked curiously.
"Fellow Daoist, the Fengwang of today is not the Fengwang of the past.
Although the current Fengwang holds great authority, the true founder was the creator god who opened this world—the first-generation Fengwang.
Before the first-generation Fengwang fell, he deliberately created a Fengwang Secret Realm within this world. Only by gathering all three tokens could one enter it and obtain the inheritance of the founding Fengwang.
Even the Current Fengwang has failed to obtain this inheritance," the middle-aged man explained calmly.
"Just what realm has the Current Fengwang reached?" Wuji knew little about the strongest experts of the Fengwang World, and the memories of the immortal generals he had seen before had