Time crawled by amid day-and-night tempering. In these ruins, where the laws were weak, even the Law of Time had become exceedingly blurred.
Jiang Feng had long since lost track of how long he had been inside the Heavenly God Burial.
Through endless tempering, Mu Guiqing's cultivation had risen to the fifth level of the True God Realm, while the Red-Scaled Giant Python's had risen to the fourth level.
Everyone had noticed that, because of Jiang Feng's arrival, these ruins—once dull and devoid of hope—had gradually begun to change.
Everyone seemed to have gained a goal, gained hope... gained a soul.
Their hopes were all pinned on Jiang Feng!
In the air, Jiang Feng sat cross-legged, black Bloodthirsty Heart Lotus Divine Fire coiling around his body and tempering every strand of flesh and blood.
He had already begun his charge toward the seventh level of the True God Realm!
The temperature in the air had reached a terrifying level. Even the shattered walls and ruins ten meters below him had been baked red-hot.
Several hundred meters away, one hundred and thirty-two divine beings and eighty-five divine beasts watched Jiang Feng tensely.
Jiang Feng's success or failure was directly tied to their hope!
In these ruins, where there was neither competition nor life and death, over these long, indistinct years and through countless trials, deep bonds had unknowingly formed between them all.
They comforted one another, relied on one another, encouraged one another!
In such a beautiful environment, Jiang Feng sometimes did not even want to leave.
To him, this was the ideal world.
But he knew perfectly well that preserving only himself was not his goal. Beyond these ruins, countless people were still enduring torment, oppression, and enslavement!
He had to leave this place!
Under the tempering flames, mysterious runes