The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, Pangu died, and the great catastrophe of dragons and phoenixes washed away the world and the lich took advantage of the situation.
Deep in the ancestral court of the Wu Clan at the foot of Mount Buzhou, a giant pool where Pangu's primordial essence and blood was suspended in the air, thick with scarlet color.
Twelve stalwart figures stood around the pool with glaring gazes. The water exploded and a hundred-foot giant broke through the water and raised his ax and shield.
The pure and untainted bloodline is given the name of Xingtian, and the fire is spread from generation to generation.
In the blink of an eye, the blood pool boiled again. Someone else is coming out.
