“In the lower realm, it might still be a little difficult. In the upper realm, once the Dao is broken, it is the sign of the Fallen!”
Su Yu’s gaze moved slightly, and he suddenly looked at the Marquis of giant bamboo. “Those old antiques who fought and died for hundreds of battles back then, did they die in the upper realm or the lower realm?”
Was this important?
The Marquis of giant bamboo thought in his heart, but he remembered Su Yu’s previous words, his eyes flickered slightly. “Part of it is the upper realm, and part of it is the lower realm. Back then, the communication between the upper realm and the lower realm was actually never broken. Through the fated kin, information can be transmitted!”
Su Yu stroked his chin, and finally said, “Archaic giant race, does the marquis of giant bamboo know anything about the situation?”
“What?”
The Marquis was surprised. How did he end up in the archaic giant race.
