In the ancient times, the human race was reborn. There were countless ferocious beasts, savage beasts, and monsters in the world, eating humans. The human race was like ants, surviving in the cracks and struggling hard.
There are people whose ancestors risked their lives and planted ferocious beasts. The blood of wild beasts was infused into their own bodies. They obtained the blood of ferocious beasts. With the help of the power of blood, they acquired various bloodline magical powers belonging to ferocious beasts and exerted astonishing combat power. This was an ancient race.
Carrying mountains to chase the moon, chasing the stars and the sun, burning the sky and boiling the sea, acting like the sky and the earth, with three heads and six arms... Countless magical powers burst out with amazing power, opening a bloody road to survival for the human race.
For endless years, in the starry sky, a cold ancient tomb drifted in darkness.
Whose tomb is this?
