Chaos is undivided, the sky and the earth are chaotic, vast and indistinct, no one can see it. Since Pangu broke through the Hongmeng, he has opened up the distinction between purity and turbidity.
I don't know how many Yuanhui have passed, but when the last ray of Taoist charm of Zixiao Palace dissipated thirty-three days away, the tranquility of the prehistoric world was like broken glass, and it was difficult to piece it together again. The ancient human race emerged from the Kunlun Mountains, leveraging the laws of heaven and earth with their weak bodies, and carving a bloody path in the midst of thousands of tribes. However, the hundreds of millions of tribes entrenched in the world, including dragons covered in scales, demons with sharp horns, and innate gods who control wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, all regard the human race as meat on the chopping block and want to completely crush this emerging force.
