Another ten years had passed since Ren zu Xu started his Dao lectures, but the human race was still lacking in talent.
Following the previous time, Ren zu absorbed the cultivation of the human race cultivators again, and there was a chasm once more.
This was like an endless cycle. It was impossible for new blood to rise, and it was also approaching the end.
Xu younian could no longer bear this seriously injured body. He stood up and looked around. I'm going on my last trip.
"Void ancestor ..."
At this moment, the people of the tribe walked out one by one. The strong men wearing animal skins and the women holding their children gradually had bitter expressions.
Another group of young people slowly stood up and said, " "Bring our cultivation along, even though we've only trained for over ten years ..."
Xu younian looked around and calmed down again.
