Wuji gazed at the prosperous cities stretching for millions of miles, astonished to find that several Sages had appeared within them.
He sighed. "This tiny Fengwang World is truly filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It has so many Sages, far surpassing the Primordial Wilderness, which has only a few Saints."
Wuji pondered to himself that once his strength increased and he returned to the Primordial Wilderness, he would surely reshape it completely.
With only a few Saints acting tyrannically and without restraint, it was truly disappointing.
Once he became a Saint King, no one in the Primordial Wilderness would be able to rival him. Even the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun would be unable to stop his advance.
At that time, the Primordial Wilderness would produce hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of Primal Unity Golden Immortals. Those so-called Saints would likely no longer dare to be so arrogant.
When powerful experts of comparable strength emerged one after another, their days of arrogance and tyranny would come to an end.
But with Wuji around, the Interception Sect would never **; it would only grow stronger and stronger.
After sorting out his thoughts, Wuji headed toward the north gate, preparing to enter Fengwang City.
Cultivators lined up to enter the city, and Wuji felt that they were no different from ordinary people.
He stood in the queue as well. Although the city gate had a passage specially reserved for powerful experts, he did not care. Instead, he found it rather interesting to experience the mindset of the weak.
After killing the Heavenly Spirit Cult Master, Wuji wanted to keep a low profile for a while, but trouble always came looking for him.
At that moment, a shout came from afar. "Move aside! Lingxu Sage's son, Ling Tianyun, is entering the city! Everyone,