When Julius Reed first laid eyes on the Divine Dragon Tripod, his heart was greatly stirred.
The people of that era were all dominated by this fearsome divine tripod.
Countless strong warriors perished under the crushing force of the tripod, their paths and philosophies extinguished.
The flourishing martial arts world ultimately vanished into smoke and dust.
Only a few ordinary people remained.
They found the ancient texts left by those top masters and began their path of cultivation.
The Heavenly Dao is merely a cycle.
Cycles come and go, all is void.
No matter the emperor or true lord, in the end, they will become as ordinary people do, turned into nothingness under the crushing force of the Heavenly Dao.
"Old brother, I seriously suspect this tripod of yours... is related to the one that killed us back then."
The Daoist of the Nine Nether already had an indelible shadow in his heart.
He could never forget the terror of being dominated by the divine tripod!
