Pangu, the eight wastelands.
The sky was filled with dancing divine light.
Majestic cities appeared all over the eight desolates.
These were the ancient cities of the ten thousand races in the eight desolates. They were built by the ancestors of the races, and each ancient city was the foundation of a race.
Usually, these ancient cities would be hidden in the void or in formations. However, they were all revealed now.
Then, they shot up into the sky and flew up into the sky.
Countless mortals and cultivators in the vast land looked up at the scene with shock.
Such a scene had never appeared in the eight desolates in the past ten thousand years.
"The Great War is coming, in three years!"
"I've heard that the alien race is extremely powerful. We can't stop them at all. Everything is over!"
Many xiuzhe shouted.
A pessimistic mood spread in all directions.
