Saints Never Die

Saints Never Die

To all the Half-Ancestors in this world, Paradise Lost counted as a Mystical Treasure, but to Gu Shaoshang, it was nothing much.

After crossing the Sea of Taboos and setting foot on the continent, the incarnation formed from Gu Shaoshang's blood did not hurry to seek out Sect Master Tongtian. Instead, he traveled across this land.

Whenever he arrived in a new world, Gu Shaoshang would delve deeply into it, seeking to understand its evolution and paths of cultivation.

Although this world spread his martial path, it had in fact developed divergent roads atop its foundation—cultivation, divine abilities, and more. These different paths intermingled with martial arts. Though they lacked purity, they were still somewhat interesting.

Whoosh, whoosh~~~

Wind swept the clouds as Gu Shaoshang descended from the sky.

His realm was profound. Though he was merely an incarnation formed from a drop of blood, his vision and Mind Cultivation were far beyond those of ordinary people.

Whether he passed famous mountains and great rivers or marshes and lakes, he could sense the pulse of time within them. At a glance, mountains were no longer mountains, and water was no longer water.

What he saw were the traces of time and space by which seas had turned into mulberry fields, as well as the different paths walked by the living beings of this world over countless millennia.

Those paths were far from flawless. Some of their errors even made him shake his head.

Yet this aura, this collision of wisdom, was of considerable use to Gu Shaoshang now, even more so than some Divine Skill Manuals of this world.

"A single glance spans ten million years. The changes of time and space, the evolution of mortal civilization..."

Gu Shaoshang murmured softly.

Gu Shaoshang's current realm was