"The Great Emperor is heading towards Nuwa Mountain, undergoing his final moments."
In the cafeteria, at this moment, the little loudspeaker was shouting, pulling Fu Qingjun who was eating, "Brother Fu, Brother Fu, is the era of the Great Emperor also coming to an end?"
...
Familiar voices came from around.
Fu Qingjun's expression was calm, "So, Isaac, what are you planning to do next?"
He wasn't afraid to spend time.
A few more cycles of reincarnation were not bad either.
After all, every time he traveled back, the souls of the entire world were stacking, the beings, layering like him and his three masters as Multi-Dimensional Saints, their aptitude growing crazily.
After all, this was also the benefit of the Vortex Country back in the day.
Soul stacking, the entire nation becoming terrifying monsters with the aptitude of Saints.
"As for those who went to the Jiaxia Era..."
