Time slowly passed. In the blink of an eye, five years had gone by since the Saint Realm opened!
The Dragon Knight had become a legend, shrouded in an even more terrifying aura that weighed upon the hearts of the young giants from every faction.
As a result, the Treasure Lands of the Saint Realm had grown somewhat deathly still.
The prestige of the Meditation Method lineage had been suppressed. Even the Extreme Dao True Saint had fallen silent, without uttering a word.
This time, the borders had been sealed and demons forbidden entry. In the end, it seemed that what had been locked away was the momentum of the Meditation Method.
The venerables of every faction were seething with pent-up fury. Soul Venerable and the others especially yearned for a fierce battle.
Unfortunately, the Star Plucking Tower had never come killing its way over.
No matter how unparalleled his deductions and calculations were under heaven, he still could not calculate that the Ruling Princess had emerged at the source of the South Sea, the Royal Lord's Younger Brother at the source of the West Sea, and the Abyssal Dragon lineage at the source of the North Sea...
Now, the four great sea regions of the Pure Yang Continent had seen those Prehistoric Civilization sources awaken one after another.
This invisibly represented an unstoppable trend. Everything pointed toward the Pure Yang Continent truly awakening completely.
Over these five years, Chen Fusheng had lost count of how many civilizations he had brought back to life.
In this vast, ancient, and desolate black world, lights shone from countless households behind him, constantly resonating with Chen Fusheng's Civilization Source.
As a result, Chen Fusheng's Civilization Source had accumulated a vast amount of spiritual matter, making it appear almost supreme and peerless!
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