And I am deeply entangled with the fate of the Human Race, if I were to die, the Human Race might face ominous events.
That's why the Ancestor Phoenix acted on orders to suppress me here, and it has been nearly one Yuanhui and one hundred thousand years since then.
The Spirit Realm now, compared to those days, is in even worse condition.
With the help of the Human Ancestor, the God of Mount Bu Zhou initially broke free from the restrictions left by the Ancestor Phoenix, transcending the initial eight hundred li of his original form, and saw the scenery of billions of li in the Outside.
Not the slightest bit surprising.
The land of the Spirit Realm, once lush with life and abundant in spirit veins, has gradually depleted.
It feels like a cloth that has been torn with countless large holes, constantly revealing the wind outside.
Upon hearing this, Human Ancestor was puzzled.
Has Ancestor Phoenix gone mad?
