Watching the old man crazily preach about the apocalypse, the cultivators passing by on the street couldn't help but discuss, most of them not taking it seriously, just curious about where this old man came from to dare be so presumptuous at the Supreme Sect.
Gu An remained half-skeptical.
The ocean would swallow everything?
He had heard such legends before; on the ocean, these kinds of legends were not uncommon. Moreover, in recent years, a large rift had mysteriously appeared on the ocean, making it hard for him not to believe.
"I am only one hundred and twenty-seven years old, why so much hardship?"
Gu An thought helplessly, but the previous demon calamity was not a disaster for the mortal world, just a scheme by the immortal cultivation forces, and such things were by no means rare in this world.
