"What is this place?"
In a daze, Zhang Menglong felt his consciousness drifting to an ethereal place, a time far removed from now, and he vaguely guessed that this might be the most primitive essence of a world.
This was an exceedingly ordinary-looking person, so much so that Zhang Menglong found it difficult to describe its ordinariness with a single word. He stood on a barren land, sensing that something was missing from this world.
Then, he picked up a handful of yellow earth from the ground and molded it into a shape similar to his own.
"My God, Nuwa?" Zhang Menglong immediately thought of the Huaxia legend of Nuwa creating people, which was exactly akin to the scene before his eyes!
However, the clay figure did not immediately possess life; the person gently scored his wrist with his finger, releasing a drop of golden blood that fell onto the earthen figure.
At that moment, the earthen figure suddenly came to life!
