There are no records of years in the prehistoric times. The clear and auspicious clouds are lingering in the sky and the cranes are flying.
The saint stands high on it, sitting quietly with his eyes closed, like a stone statue, without joy or anger, transcending heaven and earth, and not touching the world of mortals.
Suddenly, Yuan Shi seemed to hear the word "brother", but he knew that he could no longer find the word "Tongtian".
Yuanshi knew very well in his heart that he had no chance to meet Tongtian in this life.
Intention: The word destiny gave Sanqing the greatest malice