But under the Floating Mountain, the major Innate Myths are using "Infinite Qi," sacrificing each other through blood sacrifice, disasters have erupted, races are fighting, and corpses are strewn everywhere.
Duomu went down the mountain repeatedly, even though his innate bloodline was thick, possessing the Immortal Slaying Sword, and his combat power was extraordinary, he could do nothing in the face of the vast trends, hence he inevitably felt sorrowful and drank to dispel his worries every day.
Lu Yuan followed behind "Duomu," running swiftly on the path.
On the Floating Mountain, the vegetation was lush, the morning mist clear, and the celestial birds augured auspiciousness, yet the human traces were sparse.
Most of the disciples had returned to their own clans, leaving only a few true disciples on the mountain.
"Master!"
"Hmm, Duomu, you have come..." Turtle Immortal's expression was somewhat weary, and beside him was the famous, unfinished [Pangu Brain].
