High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

The fifth-tier supreme being attains eternal enlightenment, a primordial wheel.

The sixth-order supreme being attains eternal enlightenment, through two innate wheels.

The first tower master was a seventh-order supreme being who had attained eternal enlightenment and possessed three innate wheels.

That's not all; the Wheel of Heaven has been further refined into three strands.

Among the eternal beings present, even the strongest dragon giant had only condensed two acquired wheels. To achieve this, he not only exhausted all the wealth he had accumulated over hundreds of eras, but also essentially emptied the foundation of the entire dragon clan branch.

Three wheels of the acquired world?

They wouldn't even dare to dream of it.

Because the difficulty of condensing each of the acquired wheels is ten thousand times that of the previous one.

One path requires only one low-grade cosmic crystal, two paths require ten thousand crystals, and three paths require one hundred million crystals.

One hundred million low-grade cosmic crystals—this number was beyond the comprehension of all the beings present.

Not to mention them, even if all the forces in the entire multiverse behind them were combined, it would be difficult to come up with this number.

Since all eternities want to condense another acquired wheel of eternity, how could they possibly contribute to others for nothing?

Therefore, every Eternal being who can condense three acquired wheels is an existence that has emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It wasn't through secluded cultivation, but through fighting my way through universe after universe, one sword at a time.

The "spirit" seemed quite satisfied with everyone's reaction, its tone revealing an undisguised pride.

"At the peak of his power, the master refined a mid-grade cosmic treasure and possessed over a hundred multiverses as his territory. In the Chaos Sea, he was considered a powerful figure, his prestige resounding throughout the land."

Hundreds of multiverses.

Upon hearing this, the geniuses' eyes were filled with admiration and longing.

The rulers of the multiverse, and there are hundreds of them.

What does this mean? It means that when the first Tower Master was alive, the territory he controlled spanned the Chaos Sea, and countless beings bowed down to him.

Even the four Eternals had a hint of barely concealed greed in their eyes.

They lived for hundreds of epochs, fighting tooth and nail, but they could only occupy a small corner of the Chaos Sea, clinging to a mere existence.

Hundreds of multiverses? That's a realm they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Su Jie stood at the back of the crowd, listening to the "spirit's" impassioned speech, but he had other plans in mind.

He originally thought that the first tower master was just a lone cultivator named Yongheng, who relied on his own strength to venture into the Chaos Sea, accumulate some wealth, and eventually meet a tragic end.

But now it seems he underestimated the tower master.

The territories of hundreds of multiverses cannot be conquered by one person alone.

This means that He has at least one legion composed of eternity under His command, countless supreme armies, and a complete system of governance.

He is not a rogue monk.

He was also a minor vassal, a true ruler of a region within the Chaos Sea.

Su Jie's lips curled up slightly; this was interesting.

Therefore, what this first tower master left behind is probably more than just a mid-grade cosmic treasure.

Hundreds of multiverses, countless years of accumulation—even if most of it was divided up by various forces after His fall, even if it was all lost over the long years, as long as a small fraction remains, it would still be an astronomical figure.

However, when Su Jie's gaze swept over the greed in the eyes of the four Eternals and the admiration on the faces of those prodigies, he shook his head inwardly.

This meager wealth is utterly insignificant compared to the top powers of the Primordial Continent.

Which of the top powers on the Primordial Continent doesn't span countless high-dimensional universes, with an ever-present cloud of subordinates and a rain of supreme beings?

Hundreds of multiverses? In the eyes of those forces, they are nothing more than a tiny piece of land.

So it's not wrong to say that he was a rogue cultivator.

However, they are not the kind of rogue cultivators who have nothing, but rather rogue cultivators who have a little bit of influence and territory.

Like a nouveau riche among ordinary people, who may be the richest man in the village, but once he enters the city, he is not even worthy of carrying the shoes of a real big merchant.

But Su Jie's attention was no longer on that mid-grade universe treasure.

He thought of more things.

The territories of hundreds of multiverses represent the taxes, resources, mineral veins, and talents of hundreds of universes.

Two hundred epochs have passed, and these territories may have already changed hands or been completely divided up.

However, it's impossible that the first Tower Master's treasury contained only one mid-grade cosmic treasure.

Cultivation techniques, secret arts, elixirs, materials, cosmic crystals...

Even if only one-tenth of these things remain, they would still be an immense fortune.

Su Jie licked his lips.

Now it seems that the leak was much bigger than he had imagined.

However, this is on the premise that He actually left these things behind, and not used them all to weave this deception.

"So," one of the Supreme Beings couldn't help but speak, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "could this ultimate inheritance be that mid-grade cosmic treasure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the platform suddenly became heated.

A mid-grade cosmic treasure.

If anyone could obtain it, even a supreme being could become invincible among their peers by relying on the power of this treasure.

Those who obtain it will gain a boost of tens of millions of units of power, instantly becoming true powerhouses in the Chaos Sea.

The spirit did not answer directly, but simply said, "Those who pass all the trials will know."

He did not deny it.

And not denying it, in some cases, is tantamount to admitting it.

A flame ignited in the eyes of these prodigies.

Su Jie stood at the back of the crowd, hands behind his back, his face calm, with even a faint smile on his lips.

He saw the flames in the eyes of those prodigies burn ever brighter, and the greed in the eyes of those four eternal beings grow ever stronger.

The young man from that world realm also raised his head, his eyes burning as he looked at the ancient mirror.

What a huge pancake!

A mid-grade cosmic treasure, encompassing territories in hundreds of multiverses, and providing a combat power boost of tens of millions of constant forces.

Every bite was poison, yet every bite was so delicious that they couldn't resist.

Su Jie withdrew his gaze and focused it back on the hunched, illusory figure.

That was a really good performance.

The tone of voice, facial expressions, body language, and even the fluctuations of "pride" were all just right.

If he hadn't possessed a ninth-tier primordial spirit, he might have been fooled too.

Scammers aren't scary; what's scary is when scammers themselves believe their own words.

A spirit?

No matter how well you act, it's not the same.

The more the "spirit" spoke, the more proud and excited it became, and the more intense the fluctuations of its remnant soul grew.

It's like an old man who has been asleep for countless years has finally found someone to confide in, and he can't wait to pour out all the great achievements he made in his life.

Su Jie carefully sensed the fluctuations of that remnant soul again. It was weak, elusive, and appeared and disappeared intermittently, like a lamp that could be blown out by the wind at any moment.

Even the eternal flame is gone, leaving only a last wisp of a soul.

Perhaps it doesn't even qualify as a remnant soul.

Perhaps it was just a lingering obsession attached to that cosmic treasure, which, after two hundred epochs of erosion, has long since become unrecognizable.