Long ago, Wang Xuan had begun to question the origins of Primordial Spirit Sacred Artifacts. They were rare, worth entire "cities," and could be called treasure-grade wondrous objects.
Of course, such "cities" referred to cities inhabited by Supreme Beings.
Yet Sacred Artifacts had no roots, and their origins could not be traced. Only heaven-defying figures had a chance of giving birth to them upon achieving five-time limit breaking as True Immortals. They were beyond price!
Wang Xuan's worries had come true. The Sacred Artifacts had actually undergone an abnormal change and developed conscious fluctuations? His heart immediately sank.
Could every Sacred Artifact have a mysterious origin?
Would they all eventually come alive? The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became, enough to send chills down one's spine!
After all, every five-time limit-breaking prodigy had the potential to become an existence at the apex of the Supernatural Realm's pyramid. They represented the future and could look down upon one Mythological Era after another.
Throughout the ages, among those Supreme Beings and True Saints who had reached the summit, a conservative estimate was that thirty percent had risen from five-time limit-breaking prodigies.
Of those, forty percent had taken the ordinary path.
The remaining thirty percent were old schemers, their early roots unknown and their origins unfathomable.
If something happened to Primordial Spirit Sacred Artifacts, the entire Supernatural Realm would definitely face a Major Earthquake. Some domains might even be overturned!
Just imagine it: if thirty percent of the tiny group standing atop the pyramid had problems, what a horrifying situation would that be?
Wang Xuan's brows were tightly furrowed. That brief train of thought left his heart unable to settle.
He hoped he was thinking too much. After all, there had never been any reports since ancient times of