Wuzhuang Temple.
The instant he sensed the towering might of the Saints.
Zhen Yuanzi immediately rose to his feet.
It had been a long time since he had felt such intense pressure.
And if his senses were not mistaken, this aura should have come from Tongtian and the others.
The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation was imminent.
Even the Saints could no longer sit still.
Then where would the Primordial World go from here?
Zhen Yuanzi could not help summoning the Earth Book.
Watching the light on the Earth Book grow from faint to brilliant, Zhen Yuanzi immediately sat cross-legged.
The calamity had already begun.
Now, strengthening himself was the only way forward.
As he recalled that towering aura from moments ago.
A yearning inevitably stirred in Zhen Yuanzi's heart.
The saint realm!
I must become a Saint!
Only after becoming a Saint could he gain true freedom.
Golden Ao Island.
After setting up the formation anew, Lu Feng took a good, long rest.
Compared to the minor formations he had tinkered with before, this formation Lu Feng had now set up was several times more powerful!
Of course, it had also consumed a considerable amount of mental energy.
But with the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation approaching, Lu Feng could not fuss over this little bit of spiritual energy.
In short, everything had to be of the highest grade.
As long as he heard that his teacher had returned, it would all be worth it.
Only after putting the formation in order did Lu Feng have time to look at the spiritual roots he was cultivating.
With the formation's support, these spiritual roots were growing quite well.
He estimated that in a few more days, these spiritual roots would be ready for their first harvest.
Looking at the garden