The Astral Realm was a newborn world.
Its world will had yet to manifest, and its Laws were still taking shape.
Laws intertwined throughout this newly born heaven and earth, weaving all manner of rare treasures into existence.
There were native sages born from chaos, primordial treasures that had yet to fully form but were already radiating dazzling light, primordial Law power drifting like ribbons, and sacred medicines and sacred fruits swaying from their branches.
Everything in this world was filled with opportunity!
Within the cyan plane at the outer region of the Astral Realm, countless primordial Holy Relics were being nurtured.
Hundreds of demi-sages from the major universes had gathered here. Every single one of them had come to plunder the Astral Realm's Holy Relics and seize newborn Laws in order to construct their own sage rank.
Right now, that Sacred Grove was like a piece of fat meat. Every wolf present wished they could pounce on it and tear off a vicious bite.
