“Calamity?”
Founding Emperor looked at Qin Mu and saw him raising his divine sword. He used the light that shone down from Xuan du to size up the divine sword, and his heart couldn’t help rising and falling.
Calamity was boundless, so who was the master?
Back then, founding emperor era, High Emperor era, and crimson light era, the ten heavenly venerables had descended calamity and destroyed the world time and time again, turning the glorious era into ashes.
Among those calamities, the emperors that shone brilliantly and the civilizations that connected the past and the future had finally declined and died. Even founding Emperor Era had become a dream.
In the face of the calamities, who could grab onto the oars that could ride the wind and break the waves to carry all living beings forward?
Founding Emperor didn’t grab onto it.
Now, Qin Mu’s divine sword was named Calamity. Did he see that the future ten heavenly venerables would descend calamity on eternal peace?
