Five-Colored Altar, Road of Kings

Old Madman left with half of the Royal Clan's Divine Treasury, while their own Holy Son remained behind, intending to use Spirit Valley's supreme treasure to cultivate his Primordial Spirit and bring the Future Word Secret to perfection.

As for his safety, three utterly loyal ancient ancestral kings would protect him.

Merak struck another windfall. This year's intake of fresh blood would likely quietly expand severalfold again, reaching a new high.

The entire holy land had nearly gone mad in its efforts to restore its former glory of five million disciples.

Merak Holy Land had first destroyed an ancient aristocratic family, then forced the ancient Royal Clans into fear. Even Spirit Valley, the ancient Royal Clan that had once clamored to slaughter them to the last, suddenly fell silent, not daring to make a statement.

For a time, its reputation as the overlord of the Central Region was unrivaled.

Deep within the ancient valley, layers upon layers of formation patterns stood guard.

An ancient Divine Lake lay before them, entirely golden and crystal-clear, radiating an astonishingly intense aura. It appeared tiny, yet was in truth boundless within, containing a world of its own.

Spirit Lake, one of Spirit Valley's supreme treasures, held all manner of unimaginable secrets. The divine power within it was incomparably vast, making it a supreme treasure for those who cultivated the Primordial Spirit.

Compared to Soul Pool, the supreme immortal treasure left behind after the Undying Emperor's Primordial Spirit underwent transformation—one of the world's three great wonders—Spirit Lake was a diminished version of a Primordial Spirit treasure.

The treasure that the Northern Emperor Wang Teng had once sought in vain was now freely available to the Eastern Saint.

A glass-like Treasure Body sat solemnly cross-legged in the lake. His flesh was crystalline, his entire body