[No harem] [Not brainless] [No Holy Mother] [Decisive killing]
One hundred thousand years ago, the human race drew their swords to the sky and gained a glimmer of hope for all living beings.
Over the past 100,000 years, countless people have come forward and died generously, just to leave a "seed"
One hundred thousand years later, after one hundred thousand years of planning by the human race, young Mo Ye embarked on a journey
Along the way, there is sadness, ambushes, conspiracies, endless warmth and warmth, and the warmth and kindness of people.
Let's see how young Mo Ye climbs to the top step by step and embarks on the road to slaying the sky
