After a bout of darkness, Ye Xuan saw an ancient land.
Above the sky dome, countless meteors wreathed in blazing fire continuously fell, and on the land below, innumerable powerful cultivators rose to resist. Yet, those meteors possessed an eerie power that made direct confrontation impossible for the cultivators.
Almost in an instant, thousands of cultivators turned to ashes.
Life was devastated.
This was a place filled with disaster.
Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly; he couldn't hear any sound.
It was as if the sound of this dream was completely isolated.
He searched for a while but did not find Youwei's figure.
"This dream is not right..."
Ye Xuan muttered to himself.
This was quite different from what he expected.
No.
It should be said that this dream was merely a fragment of the dreams Youwei mentioned.
After observing closely, Ye Xuan found this land rather unfamiliar.
