Xiangyuan traveled through the wilderness and became the leader of a small human tribe with only thirty-seven people.
The Lich War is about to break out, and the human race will become blood-eaters.
At the critical moment, twenty systems competing for the host fought and devoured him in the sea of consciousness, and finally merged into a wordless genealogy.
With trembling hands, he wrote the first name - Xiangyuan.
Qi and blood surged, and the realm broke through three levels in a row.
When he wrote the names of the thirty-seventh clan member on the family tree, they all soared into the sky.
Thousands of years later, the two Lich clans looked up in horror. The human race, which had once been like ants, stepped onto the galaxy. Where the genealogy unfolded - all spirits surrendered.
