"Back in the Age of Deity, I had already understood that the great war was nothing more than a few primordial spirits vying for an opportunity to achieve enlightenment, but that war ultimately swept across the Three Realms, sacrificing tens of millions of ordinary beings, and the realm of cultivation suffered more than half of its population in deaths and injuries."
Yang Qingyuan took a deep breath, as if suppressing some surging emotions.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with endless sorrow and reminiscence.
It seemed he was reminiscing about certain people, kin, comrades, and brothers.
But the joys and sorrows of individuals do not communicate, Shu Guan could only see Yang Qingyuan's sorrow but was unable to feel what Yang Qingyuan was truly experiencing at that time.
Then Yang Qingyuan's gaze slowly turned sharp, determined, and fearless.
