In front of Gu Jianlin lay a crumbling Temple, an ancient stone stele standing at the edge of the ruins, with dazzling golden patterns flowing on its surface like an ancient mural, enduring through countless millennia.
The Ancient God Clan is undoubtedly an ancient civilization, yet possesses all the technological advantages of modern Earth. The golden inscriptions seem to hold endless mysteries, and even a fleeting glance reveals infinite illusions, accompanied by a violent roar in the ears, as if the endless history of ages past could be replayed.
The silent dark Universe, a planet where continents and oceans coexist, and the crashing fall of a celestial meteorite.
The ancient and complete continent was shattered with a bang, terrifying cracks traversing the entire surface. Blood-like molten lava seeped into the ocean along the fragmented continent, sending tsunamis skyward.
"Is that thing the legendary Pangu Continent from the Ancient Life Era Permian period?"
