Tianhe Era: Starting from the Wasteland and Dry Spring

The spiritual creatures accompanying other people's awakenings were either the burning flames or the howling moon wolf, but Lin Yuan only had a dry spring that was about to dry up, lying alone in the desert, unable to feed even an ant. Until one day, the silent ancient tree in the depths of his consciousness woke up. The skeletons of ferocious beasts from the Book of Mountains and Seas sank to the bottom of the spring and turned into auras... The eerie whispers of Cthulhu echo in the undercurrent... The Tiandao inscriptions on the Fengshen Bang are carved on the river bed like knives and axes... Thousands of years later, Lin Yuan, with hair as white as frost, sat on the throne, raising his fingertips lightly, the dry spring had become a long chaotic river across the sky. He chuckled: ‌"Who said that the ruins of ruins cannot annihilate all realms?"