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"However, to be fair, the foundations of these ancient sects are indeed not to be underestimated," Danyangzi said slowly, stroking his beard.

"Each of them has at least two ancient saints in charge, and they have been basically unharmed during this holy calamity. They have produced supreme beings within their sects. Although they are not as powerful as our extreme forces, they are far beyond the reach of ordinary forces."

"There's a reason why they can account for half of the human race's saints."

A senior member next to him nodded in agreement: "You should know that some of them have even achieved supreme enlightenment through unconventional means. Apart from imperial weapons, they are not much weaker than us."

"really……"

Mentioning these ancient religions, people can't help but think of the ancient histories that have been passed down for countless millennia.

Besides the eight emperors, the human race has naturally produced many other supreme beings!

Such as the Book Pavilion, Hundred-Refined Mountain, Ascetic Temple, Three Pure Ones Taoist Sect...

The founders of these ancient traditions were all true sages and supreme beings.

In terms of talent and achievements, they were not necessarily much inferior to the emperor; they were simply born at the wrong time.

Some were born when a great emperor was already in power; some rose to power when the world was in decline; some once contended with the great emperor of their time, only to be defeated by a single move…

Every path the human race walks today bears the marks they once left behind.

The art of weapon crafting, the art of calligraphy, the lineage of Buddhism, the origins of Taoism...

Each of them was a pioneer in their respective field, forging an unprecedented path for humanity.

Without these supreme sages, humanity would not have such a flourishing scene of diverse talents.

Their names may not be as dazzling as those of emperors, but every brick they laid is still being trodden upon by countless descendants.

"Alright, let's talk about these things another day." Beishenfeng tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest twice, bringing the topic back on track.

"Elder, tell me about the recent major events, the situation regarding the reappearance of those relics, and whether there is any news about the gossip left behind by Huang Xi."

Bagua...

Upon hearing these two words, Feng Zhi, who had been leaning against the side listlessly, finally stirred.

He has no interest in ordinary historical sites, and it's hard for anything to attract him.

But the Eight Trigrams are different.

That was the deepest legacy left to the entire human race by his ancestor, Huang Xi.

It records the most primordial rules and truths of the universe, and the origin of human cultivation techniques lies there.

Human emperors throughout history have received tremendous assistance from it, which enabled them to develop their own supreme scriptures.

His creation of the Dharma may have begun there.

"Reporting to the Holy Lord," the elder in charge turned a page on the jade slip.

"After the world was restored, ancient relics began to appear in various parts of the Eastern Wilderness."

"In the Northern Region, there is an ancient battlefield. According to investigations, it was an ancient battlefield where two Saint Kings fought. To this day, many insights into the laws remain, and many Saints and old monsters have gone there to study them."

"In the Southern Region, there is an ancient cave that is completely sealed. Its outer perimeter is covered with ancient array patterns. It is not yet time to open, but judging from the grade of the array patterns, its owner's cultivation level is at least that of a Great Saint. Many Saints and old monsters are already waiting there."

"In addition, there is another relic entrance that has just appeared at the border between the Central Region and the Southern Region. It is shrouded in a layer of chaotic energy and no one can enter it for the time being. It is very likely the place where an ancient quasi-emperor passed away."

"Is this one also surrounded by those old monsters?" Feng Zhi finally couldn't help but ask, his tone full of helplessness.

"Didn't they just survive their tribulation? Shouldn't they be in seclusion to consolidate their cultivation? Instead, they're blocking the entrance to the ruins like shameless old men. Have they no respect for the dignity of a saint?"

This truly refreshed his impression of the ancient sages.

The sages recorded in ancient books are all towering figures, transcendent beings.

A single word can decide the fate of the world, a single outburst of anger can shatter the stars; it seems as if he has long since transcended worldly desires and calculations.

But these old monsters crouching at the entrance of the ruins, eyeing us menacingly, do not resemble sages at all.

It seems that even a saint is just a more powerful person.

No matter how high one's spiritual realm or how long one's lifespan, the yearning for opportunities and the unwillingness to accept defeat in one's bones are no different from those of ordinary people.

Before the elder could reply, Bei Shenfeng spoke first, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Otherwise what? You've been reading too many stories, thinking that all the good stuff is waiting for you young people to get it?"

"Can't the older generation seize opportunities? These old folks finally waited for the world to recover and for the sages to survive their tribulations. What do they want to do next? Naturally, they want to take it a step further!"

"Which step from Saint King to Great Saint to Quasi-Emperor doesn't require opportunity? Every step a Saint takes forward requires massive resources. How can one progress without striving for them?"

"The insights into laws, ancient inheritances, and even traces of imperial ways that remain in those ruins are more precious to them than any rare and precious treasures."

"Seclude yourself to consolidate your cultivation level? Once your cultivation level is stable, the opportunity will be gone. Instead of sitting and waiting in your cave, it's better to actively go and block the entrance to the ruins. That's called seizing the initiative."

As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow at Feng Zhi in a flippant manner: "Guess why the elders aren't here? They've all gone to squat down."

Feng Zhi's lips twitched.

Even the ancestors went?

He remained silent for a while, unsure of what to say: "...Alright, any news on the gossip?"

"Reporting to the Holy Son, there is currently no information regarding the Eight Trigrams Secret Realm of Huangxi."

"It has never had a fixed time or place of birth since ancient times, so it is impossible to find. The Feng family, the Jiang family, the Ji family... all found nothing."

Beishenfeng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said confidently, "As expected."

"The world has just begun to recover, and its laws have not yet been stabilized to their fullest extent. Naturally, it will not easily appear in the world. When the time is right, it will appear before the person who is meant to appear."

He looked at Feng Zhi with a puzzled expression. "Why are you in such a hurry? You won't understand anything if you go in now."

"When I first arrived, I had a sudden realization and a thought popped into my head: maybe gossip could help me take that step."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a moment.

Bei Shenfeng's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air. All the chief disciples and elders looked at Feng Zhi, their expressions more interesting than the last.

"Had a sudden realization?" Yang Ding broke the silence first, standing up abruptly with his eyes wide open.

"From what you're saying, you've not only achieved enlightenment, but you've actually come to some real understanding? Since when has cultivation become so easy?"

Danyangzi stopped stroking his beard, shook his head and chuckled, "In all my years, this is the first time I've heard someone describe enlightenment as if they'd just taken a nap."

Beishenfeng took a deep breath, then waved his hand, his tone carrying a sense of resignation after experiencing too much:

"Alright, that's enough. I won't be surprised by anything this kid does anymore. It's not like it's the first time."

Everyone was even more confused upon hearing this. What did they mean by "not the first time"? How many times had it happened before?

Feng Zhi's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, secretly pleased, but he said nothing.