"Ghost Disciple, a person who has been dead for ten thousand years, yet whose bones are still a thousand times harder than those of a Golden Core cultivator. What do you think his strength is?"
"Even such powerful individuals are still being slaughtered. Just how terrifying must that so-called 'one-time tribulation' be!"
"Your Excellency, is it possible that this powerful figure was merely killed by his enemy, and not some kind of sudden calamity?" the shadowy figure asked instinctively.
The sinister old man couldn't help but stand up, shaking his head solemnly as he said:
"Human civilization on Earth has only existed for a few thousand years, but this person who died lived ten thousand years ago."
"Whether it's the script he used, the traces of cultivation on his body, or the ancient ruins in East Africa, it's enough to show that the civilization ten thousand years ago was very brilliant."
"And the time of his death coincides perfectly with the prehistoric flood caused by the meteorite catastrophe ten thousand years ago."
A hint of panic gradually crept into the archbishop's triangular eyes.
"In countless myths and legends, it is depicted as a punishment brought down by the gods on mortals."
"People always thought it was a myth, but I now firmly believe that it was man-made."
As he spoke, the fear in the old man's eyes grew increasingly intense.
"A calamity in an instant, a cycle of a year, and the short history of human civilization—everything corresponds perfectly and coincidentally."
"The veracity of this matter is beyond doubt."
"What we need to do now is to rapidly increase our strength, otherwise when disaster strikes, we will not even have a chance to survive."
"And the Kunlun Immortal Brew recipe is exactly what we urgently need."
By the end, the archbishop had become agitated, his face contorted with fear, rage, and panic.
The shadowy figure froze.
He had followed the bishop for over two hundred years, and this was the first time he had seen him so flustered.
It turns out that the bishop who had always proclaimed to himself that death was not scary...
They're so afraid of dying!
Is the last message left by that ancient dead really that terrifying?
The shadowy figure couldn't help but recall the last words carved on the stone floor of the cave.
"The calamity of this gathering is the harvest of the alien gods, and it must be..."
"What must it be?" the shadowy figure wondered.
Unfortunately, the man was killed before he could write it down.
But they couldn't get any deeper into the cave.
However, these were not things he was considering.
His purpose in being is to unconditionally carry out the archbishop's orders.
Several hours later.
Five terrifying figures silently infiltrated the Dragon Kingdom.
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