On the desolate continent, a figure was moving stealthily in the mountains.
"Damn, there are too many old monsters! If there's only one divine artifact, wouldn't we have to break our heads?"
"Forget it, I'll just pick up some other treasures first! We can't just waste our time here. When they're tired, we'll go and see if we can pick up some benefits. "
After a while, he stopped and looked in the direction of the temple.
His eyes were burning with desire. After all, that was the primogenitor's divine weapon. Who wouldn't want it?
However, there were too many ancestor gods and old monsters. As a half-step ancestor, he could not squeeze in.
It was already good enough to pick up some other treasures.
Of course, it would be even better if he had the chance to pick up the primogenitor's divine weapon.
He thought about it for a while, looked around, and dashed toward a giant prehistoric beast not far away.
