The past was prosperous for the myriad races. All had geniuses learning and comprehending the dao, reaching the realm of saint.

However, not a single saint could be found in the present. Perhaps they truly existed but few had the privilege of meeting one, let alone 108,000.

“This bronze vessel must be from the immortal world?” Feiyun became emotional.

The saints were speaking in his mind; their voice was ancient and holy, capable of enlightening people and answering questions regarding the grand dao.

Feiyun never got to see a saint in his previous life. Thus, he was quite startled right now.

Even the immemorial age didn’t have 108,000 saints at the same time. According to the ancient scrolls, the appearance of a few already signaled a golden age.

“Could it...