After tens of thousands of years, all history will eventually be worn away.
Perhaps no one will ever know.
"Hmm? What is this?"
"There is a Primordial Spirit Password…"
"This kind of mark is curious, it seems not to be Human Race script, but some kind of Heaven's Dao Mark…"
Zheng Yi was astonished to discover that at the core of the Blood Flood Dragon Scissors, when the Primordial Spirit image completely disappeared, a silver light suddenly appeared, like a gigantic Heavenly Eye, hanging in the void.
Zheng Yi's expression was shocked, he could feel the ancient and timeworn aura emanating from that huge silver eye.
It was a Heaven's Dao Mark.
Left by a top powerhouse.
Hanging there, constantly shimmering with brilliance.
"Descendant of the Human Race, after countless ages, my Lifebound Treasure being reclaimed by a Human bloodline is fate, preserving this legacy at least…"
