Then, Xu Yi arrived at a pavilion.
Inside the pavilion, there was a stone platform with a blood orb on it, which seemed to be alive.
Taking a deep breath, Xu Yi reached out and touched the drop of blood.
Then, a voice echoed in Xu Yi's mind.
"Descendant of my race, why are you so weak?"
Next, Xu Yi saw a phantom, and then he saw a giant.
This giant was estimated to be over ten meters tall.
However, his facial features and image were no different from the Han people on Earth.
"Could it be that I really am a descendant of the Pan Race?" Xu Yi muttered to himself.
His suspicion was correct, he was indeed a descendant of the Pan Race.
He came to this world, perhaps because of the Pan Race.
"You don't know that you have the bloodline of the Pan Divine Race within you?" The phantom stretched out its hand towards Xu Yi, and Xu Yi was suddenly lifted onto its palm.
