"Seal, the seal of Pangu Clan?"
Zhan Yunshan stared fiercely at the prehistoric world shrouded by the light screen ahead, his voice erupted in an angry roar.
"Big brother, we found it, we found it."
More than a dozen people shouted with joy, each appearing extremely excited. They had traveled in the chaos starry sky for ten million years, having endured countless hardships. They originally set out with thousands, but now only a dozen remained.
The chaos starry sky is fraught with calamities, countless chaos giant beasts run rampant, and one must avoid chaotic astral wind and spatial cracks, which are exceedingly dangerous, encountering any would result in certain death.
But heaven does not let down those with perseverance, they finally found Pangu, and can finally return to report to the Undying Heavenly Lord.
"No, Pangu has fallen, this world was created by him upon his death."
