There is no such coincidence in the world.
"How did the turbulent sea come about?"
It was difficult for the Xuantian Sect in ancient times to set up formations for so many emperor-level masters.
Besides, the chaos of vital energy there is something that an emperor-level master cannot handle.
"This world has so many secrets!"
Think about it, from ancient times to the present, countless years of history have passed. It's normal to have some secrets. The ancient civilizations of the past only existed for a few thousand years, but they were already drowning in secrets. Even some secrets still affect future generations.
Enter a cave.
The cave is empty.
There was nothing left except traces of some people who had stayed there and a small medicinal garden.
"It seems that this expert went out and never came back!"
I glanced around and from the layout it seemed that the owner of the cave had already known they were leaving and had taken away everything they could.
Some important medicinal herbs were also not seen.
However, the medicinal properties of other common medicinal herbs have changed after so many years of growth.
Millions of years old medicinal herbs are still the worst.
It looks like it grew from the previous medicinal herb seeds.
Also, because there was not enough vitality in the cave, no new seeds grew.
"I don't know whether this expert is participating in the battle in the Demon Slaying Land or the battle in the ancient battlefield!"
It seems that the human race declined after these two wars.
Then Li Mu shook his head.
Whether it is the place where demons are slain or the ancient battlefield, the human race is the victorious side no matter how you look at it.
Why are the results so different?
Even if all humans are defeated.
That's impossible. They were hunted down by the demon clan in an instant, and not a single emperor-level master was left.
After walking around the cave, Li Mu headed to the next cave.
More than ten years later, a strong wind suddenly blew in a valley somewhere.
A green shadow suddenly appeared in the valley.
"Send a letter, send a letter! Why do I always have this kind of dream? My cultivation..."
The green monster roared wildly.
His cultivation had reached the peak of the Void Realm, and with just a little more effort, he would be able to enter the Return to Origin Realm.
But in the past two years I have always had a strange dream.
This dream always comes to my mind at critical moments.
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