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In this world, Changfeng City.
Ya Ya sat cross-legged in the void, flanked by Gu Luo and Green Thunder, both turtles wearing complexions that bordered on exploding at any moment.
In truth, for the past half-year, the entire Dragon Turtle Tribe had been in such a state.
Even the Sealed Emperor Great World had calmed down, not daring to stir up trouble at this time.
The Wasteland Ancestor, who had protected the Dragon Turtle Tribe for a million years, met with disaster.
During the great battle at Feng Zhong, the Red Ancestor was nearly killed, with half of his body obliterated by a sneak attack from Emperor Luan. The Wasteland Ancestor had taken him to the ancestral lands to heal.
The Red Ancestor had recovered, not only had he recovered, but he had even progressed further.
Yet the Wasteland Ancestor was trapped in the Di Mountain Ancestral Land.
There could be no mistake, the fall of such a being was sensed by the entire world; even the world itself was weeping.
