Prehistoric: Sitting on the Lich Rostrum at the Beginning

When Lin Fan opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the rostrum of the Lich War. Under the stage, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Demons Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were fighting for the last futon under his seat, and the world was shattered. "Shut up, everyone." Lin Fan rubbed his eyebrows and raised his hand slightly. Behind him, Pangu's true form was ten thousand feet high, and the power of the Sky-Opening Ax swept across the entire wasteland. However, when everyone thought that he was the chess player behind the scenes, overlooking all living beings, Lin Fan knew better than anyone else - he was just an arranged chess piece. He lowered his head and looked at the long iron sword in his palm that had been with him for three generations. The blade is covered with many cracks, but it has swallowed up the holy blood of countless so-called "destined people" in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood during the First Tribulation of the Long Han Dynasty, the Lich Fight for Hegemony, and the Tribulation of the Gods. The avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, leaving a glimmer of hope. Countless people are begging for this glimmer of hope. But Lin Fan only did one thing—— "Since you gave me this start, don't blame me for ruining this day."