Su Chen traveled to the prehistoric world and was knocked down by a vicious wolf at the beginning. Just when he thought his life was over, a strong man with cheekbones appeared and chopped off the wolf's head with a sword.
He sighed casually: "The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, if one of them escapes, there is a glimmer of hope."
Purple energy surged around the strong man's body, and flowers fell from the sky. Tongtian actually established a religion and became a saint on the spot!
The golden cloud of merit came, and Su Chen got a tenth of it, washing the marrow and cutting off the hair.
Tongtian laughed and named him the deputy leader of Jiejiao: "You and I are equal!"
The system was activated, the technique was understood instantly, and the Immortal Killing Sword Formation gathered spirits for him.
Su Chen felt a chill down his spine as he comprehended the prehistoric history: the Lich War, the Great Catastrophe of the Gods...
His eyes were firm: He would spend millions of years searching for the innate treasure and changing his destiny!
The chaotic state left me speechless.