"Thank you, envoy! Come, come, taste this old Taoist's tea leaves, it takes ten years to grow one branch..."
...
Snow fell heavily upon Shaoshi Mountain.
"Pangu Shrine??"
Meng Chuan took the opportunity to visit Senior Brother Xuanmu, who was understanding and obtained permission for the transformation in North Julu Continent.
Just as he happily returned to cultivate, he received a long message from Principal Sui.
After a long time, Meng Chuan finished reading all of it, his expression thoughtful.
"The origin of the fist mark in my sea of consciousness is actually so immense, Pangu the Great's palace..."
Humanity's ancient legendary existence since its inception turns out to be real.
Thinking about star spirits like the Black Tortoise, Meng Chuan nodded quietly.
All worldly rumors and stories are not without basis.
Introspection in the sea of consciousness.
Looking at the fist seal, which remained as it was, he pondered:
