Through others, Jiang Feng had gained a rough understanding of the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly.
For the myriad worlds of the heavens, the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly was a means of competing for rankings and obtaining more Long Rainbow Power.
However, for those participating in the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly, the most important reward was the chance to enter Chaos if they performed outstandingly during the assembly.
That Chaos was filled with all manner of fortuitous opportunities, a place yearned for by countless experts from the myriad worlds of the heavens.
Thus, after learning this, Jiang Feng also intended to make a name for himself at the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly three hundred thousand years from now.
However, Jiang Feng knew perfectly well that if he wanted to distinguish himself at the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly, he would need at least the cultivation of the Eightfold Heavenly God Realm.
To reach the Eightfold Heavenly God Realm within three hundred thousand years was nearly impossible for anyone else.
After all, to ordinary gods, three hundred thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
But for Jiang Feng, it was not impossible.
With the power of the God Burial Golden Coffin, one day in the God Realm equaled ten thousand years within the God Burial Golden Coffin, magnifying time by as much as a trillion years.
Even with a trillion years, it would still be impossible for an ordinary god to cultivate from the fifth level of the Two Principles Realm to the Eightfold Heavenly God Realm.
But for Jiang Feng, it was more than ample.
While Jiang Feng was in seclusion, undercurrents continued to surge through Golden Summit Hall.
Although Jiang Feng had gained a firm foothold, many still watched with the mindset of enjoying a show, waiting for him