"Qilin Venerable is a Supreme who should never have been born; their existence is an accident."
She whispered, "This is the answer Qing and Chi found in the Divine Ruins deep in the Universe, the ancient soil of the Ancient God Clan, which is their homeland. Open your eyes wide and watch carefully."
Gu Jianlin looked up in astonishment; there was also an ancient black stone tablet in front of the temple, and it was empty.
Ji Zhou casually dragged his right fingernail, and blood seeped from the palm of his left hand.
She pressed her blood-stained palm on the stone tablet, and a fresco flashing with golden luster emerged.
In the era of Primordial Chaos, towering jungles obscured the sun, prehistoric insects crawled through the bushes, and rivers stretched to the ends of the world. A figure resembling a God hung in mid-air, as if crucified like Jesus Christ, embracing the sky and the earth with open arms. Their body gradually cracked, and blood flowed out.
