The truth is always buried in the dust of history.
If no one unearths it, it becomes a rumor, or even a fallacy.
From ancient times, many unverifiable events have remained because the truth was buried.
Every buried truth undoubtedly involves things that move people's spirits, especially regarding the Mechanical Clan, the Crystal Skull, and a series of other matters.
Zhou Yan found it hard to believe that the Crystal Skull in his hand belonged to his brother Lee Ran, but the vividly restored outline made his heart tighten to the extreme in an instant.
One sensing, and his heart already turned cold halfway.
Upon closer observation, Zhou Yan's heart sank to the bottom.
"What's going on? Can anyone tell me?"
Zhou Yan was momentarily bewildered and lost, as if a vast and terrifying truth was very close to him, yet he dared not uncover it.
Zhou Yan forcibly retracted his chaotic thoughts and descended into a lush mountain.
