The Pinnacle of Civilization

The others were quite patient, each cultivating, pondering Dao arts, and restoring their strength. Even the Wild God King, which Daoist Creation had just blasted apart, along with the twelve ancient Wild Gods, had already repaired themselves within the Taiji Thunder Pool. The Wild God King and the twelve ancient Wild Gods were themselves powerful existences, half puppet and half magic treasure, not much inferior to the present Heaven-Opening Ruyi and Primordial Yang Giant Axe. Though Daoist Creation had shattered them in one blow, how many treasures did Hong Yi possess now? After letting them absorb those treasures one by one, not only had they restored their original forms, but they had become even stronger than before. Now, with the Heaven-Opening Ruyi and Primordial Yang Giant Axe leading the Wild God King, the twelve ancient Wild Gods, and a thousand greatly strengthened Ice Phoenixes and Golden Crows each to patrol the heavens and space, everything could be properly managed, leaving Hong Yi with no worries behind him. "Naturally, it is the wisest place in this universe—the Tomb of the Sages," Xu Wuyi said blandly. "I can feel the Limitless Dragon Ring throbbing. Sage Emperor Ji's remains must not be far away!" Fang Yuan said. As Xu Wuyi spoke, his entire body suddenly left Ancestor God Mountain and shot forward like lightning. "Even if we cannot enter, we must enter, because Sage Emperor Ji's remains lie within the burial ground of the Hundred Sages." Xu Wuyi's calm words shocked everyone. "The magic treasures on your bodies have given me great guidance. That is precisely how I was able to find the Tomb of the Sages." Yet Hong Yi could not simply wipe them all out and sacrifice them in blood. It was truly a muddle of fish and dragons. While these