The illusion realm of history became clear once more. Lu Yuan widened his eyes, watching the scenes before him.
The Second Epoch!
At this moment, the Floating Mountain had already fallen, and a difficult-to-remove red mark appeared on the flat mountain peak — traces of the battle with the "Ghost Myth" and many strong warriors, which had not disappeared even after an epoch.
The Turtle and Crane Innate Myths had already perished.
However, for the Mo Sect, a broken ship still has three pounds of nails. With the support of the Pangu Brain, Duomu, a few disciples who stayed behind, and the aid of the Turtle Civilization, they barely survived the First Epoch.
"The Yin World and the Yang World brushed past each other, bringing great disaster. Ninety percent of species were killed or injured... It was tragic... This world may never restore its former appearance!"
At this moment, Duomu had taken on the form of a middle-aged strong man, with time leaving indelible marks on his face.
