The huge commotion naturally attracted many human experts nearby.
This was the core of the human race.
There was also the Lord.
Saint Xia Ji, who had just arrived, looked at The Lake in the Clouds that was still changing and his expression changed.
From the looks of it, there was an incredible inheritance opportunity.
This kind of thing had happened everywhere in recent years.
The only problem was the size.
And now, in this part of The Lake in the Clouds, there were signs of space being torn apart, and the strange phenomenon was fluctuating violently. It seemed that the opportunity was not small.
"Holy senior, bad news!"
At this moment, a burly man in iron armor who had retreated from the edge of The Lake in the Clouds hurried toward Xia Ji.
"What's the matter?"
Xia Ji turned his head.
Saint venerable Zi Luan's family was rowing a boat in the lake and was sucked in by the strange phenomenon just now.
The burly man reported.
