The baby is anxious: [Master, hurry up! ]
Baby: [Master, this place is going to collapse.]
Five minutes passed.
Amid the baby's anxious voice, the Demon Refining Pot began to slowly calm down its anger, and instead, like a docile kitten, it slowly smoothed its fur.
My Lord?
A doubtful voice sounded in Gong Yu's mind, heroic rather than elegant.
With just one sound, Gong Yu could determine that the Demon Refining Pot had successfully recognized its master.
The vortex disappeared and the suction completely subsided.
Gong Yu's body fell down and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.
Where is this place?
【who I am? 】
[Where is the Lord?]
【Where is the battlefield? 】
Where are my brothers?
【Is it all over?】
A series of questions came from the Demon Refining Pot and were clearly imprinted in Gong Yu's mind.
He felt like he had been sleeping for tens of millions of years and suddenly woke up to find his mind was blank.
The retraction of his memory made him ask painfully, searching for the answer he wanted.
When I wake up from a dream, everything has changed.
The brothers, family, and past... have all vanished into thin air, irretrievable.
Melancholy, sadness, anxiety...
The various emotions in the Demon Refining Pot gathered together, forcing a series of pictures to appear in Gong Yu's mind.
In the picture, the sky is blood-red, the ground is cracked, the turbid air is suffocating people from breathing, the deafening shouts of killing, the cavalry's ruthless trampling, corpses falling before the eyes, losing their lives.
Various exotic treasures compete with each other, immortals fly through the sky and hide in the ground to chase, and strange beasts of various shapes and sizes spew out the power to destroy the world.
Gong Yu was on the battlefield, like a wandering ghost.
But even though she was outside the situation, she could still feel the breath of death enveloping her. The brutal war, the distortion of human form, the splitting of heaven and earth...
In war, life becomes as insignificant as that of a lowly ant.
Just when Gong Yu was mesmerized by the scene in her mind, the baby's voice was like a silver needle piercing a balloon, giving Gong Yu time to catch her breath.
[Master, this is the ancient battle in the Demon Refining Pot's memory.]
The baby's voice sounded a little melancholy.
This is not only the ancient war in the memory of the Demon Refining Pot, but also the tragic battlefield in its memory.
"Master, we can't hold on any longer!" Suddenly, an anxious voice sounded, attracting Gong Yu's attention.
Screen transition.
In a corner of the battlefield, a group of half-human, half-beast gods appeared in front of Gong Yu.
"Master, please leave quickly. I will be your rear guard."
The half-human, half-beast gods used all their strength to block the enemy god's attack, hoping to get the tallest leader behind them to leave the battlefield first.
They were all injured and were barely surviving. How could they stop the enemy god's attack?
The leader was heartbroken when he saw his brothers falling one by one.
He raised his arm and said, "The men of Jiuli would rather die on the battlefield than be a cowardly deserter."
Chi You?
A name flashed through Gong Yu's mind.
"Master..." Everyone wanted to persuade him.
Chi You pulled out a pot and said majestically, "But the men of Jiuli will never make a fearless sacrifice and cut off the tribe's retreat. Therefore, I need one of you to shoulder the mission of reviving the Jiuli tribe and live in this demon-refining pot until the opportunity to awaken."
"Chibing, you are the youngest of my eighty-one brothers, and you look the most like a human. The future hopes of my Jiuli clan rest on your shoulders."
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