Pangu opened the sky, slaughtered three thousand chaos demons, and thus gave birth to the prehistoric world. He himself also transformed into thousands, leaving endless legends.
Lu Gui, a young man from later generations, traveled through time and space to the ancient world with the help of a bronze mirror. What he saw was not only blood red, but also a long black knife piercing his chest.
"Hiss~ It hurts. It's over. My heart stops beating. Am I dead again?" The young man who had not yet figured out the situation had a question mark on his forehead.
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At this time in the prehistoric period, three clans were fighting for hegemony. Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin were expressing their existence wantonly. Hongjun, Luohou, and other innate gods were also accumulating their own power.
Lu Gui, who gradually understood his situation, grinned and pulled out the black knife from his chest. He looked at the blood mass floating on a red lotus not far away and smiled.
