In the living room, it was extremely quiet and dark.
In the huge corridor outside the door, there was a turbulent vortex slowly spinning.
"Level 10? It seems to have some kind of unimaginable power, which is amazing." Xu Zhi opened his eyes. After returning from the path of inheritance, he sat in his chair with a calm expression and simply organized his thoughts.
He had to admit that the last scene he had seen of that mysterious existence had indeed given him a strong sense of shock.
This was the ancestor of the iron-based civilization! He had also reached the peak at the end of this great Dao, overlooking the entire universe. One could imagine how amazing he was. The life of such an existence could be written into a hundred Grand epics.
"I wonder if such an existence is dead?"
Xu Zhi's eyes flickered.
After all, the inherited memory was only an image of the inheritance, and it was unknown whether it was Dead or Alive.
