The Sacred Realm had been open for more than three years.
Dozens of large ancient-civilization ruins had appeared one after another. After the killing and warfare had passed, the resources left behind were fairly limited.
In truth, the prehistoric ruins of the Sacred Realm were extremely vast. Even now, there were still special regions that had never been excavated, as well as death forbidden zones of incomparable danger.
There were also those decayed and sunken prehistoric civilizations. After their destruction, they had released terrifying annihilating substances, making them extraordinarily difficult to explore.
Chen Fusheng continued forward through the dim, decaying world, as though walking along the reverse side of an ancient-civilization ruin.
Behind the regions Chen Fusheng had traveled through, the lights of ten thousand households had been ignited, illuminating the dark heavens!
Though the firelight was exceedingly faint, it was still a flame of hope. They were being reborn, breathing in the air of modern history...
Chen Fusheng seemed to be traveling alone, but in truth, his journey was tremendously fulfilling. The Civilization Source had accumulated an incomparably dense spiritual substance.
He could not yet see how these substances might be used, but Chen Fusheng believed that one day, they would turn into supreme firewood and build up his Civilization Source.
The experiences of these three years had been far richer and more colorful than those at Creation Mountain.
He had captured far too many inheritances of civilization. Useful or useless, they could all enrich his accumulation.
Chen Fusheng's entire body shone brilliantly, growing ever brighter. He was like a cluster of increasingly vigorous civilization tinder!
If his condition had been placed in the heyday of Pure Yang Continent, even the Civilization Lord would have been shaken. This was an exceedingly dazzling civilization tinder; placed in any Accursed Earth,