Lord God

Therefore, Gu Shaoshang had left Wushang's intact inheritance in the Sacred Hall.

It was foreseeable that the strength of the Archaic Human Race would undergo an enormous surge afterward.

This world was uniquely blessed. Even humans with low cultivation could live for countless years, while the lifespans of the strong numbered in the hundreds of millions or billions of years. Once such long-accumulated reserves erupted, it was easy to imagine that, at the very least, there would be no small number of those advancing to become Supremes.

Within the Bronze Hall, a corpse wearing an imperial crown sat upon a throne.

The lower half of that figure was entirely a dragon's tail, with only the upper half retaining human form. It was Xuanyuan Supreme, who had died before the Archaic era.

It was said that when this Supreme cultivated the Xuanyuan Divine Transformation Scripture to completion, he would transform into an azure dragon.

"Xuanyuan..."

Gu Shaoshang stood outside the Bronze Hall, his gaze flickering slightly as he perceived everything.

The law patterns within that corpse, the incomparably pure ocean of faith, and that trace of consciousness hidden in its deepest depths.

How pure was the Archaic Human Race's faith in Xuanyuan Supreme? Every wisp far surpassed the power of faith that the followers of the Lord Gods offered to their deities. It was precisely this faith power accumulated over trillions of years that had preserved a trace of Xuanyuan Supreme's consciousness.

The ancestors had blazed trails through thorns and brambles to open a path for their descendants, while their descendants' devout faith had left their ancestors with a sliver of life.

The subtlety of it all made Gu Shaoshang sigh inwardly.

"You have come..."

As Gu Shaoshang gazed at the corpse, a divine thought pierced through the vast sea of