The white figure was Xuanhua.
It turns out that his battle was fought for this starry sky.
Even for Old Cyan Dragon and others, it was the first time hearing about these events, and they were equally shocked.
Old Cyan Dragon murmured, his voice trembling slightly, "Turns out... turns out those ancient sages actually did so much; I always thought they merely..."
He couldn't continue.
Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, he prided himself on being knowledgeable, aware of many secrets.
But he never imagined that there was such a story hidden behind the disappearance of those ancient Great Powers.
The Black Bull stared with big bull eyes, his face full of admiration, "Those predecessors were truly remarkable. If it were me, I definitely couldn't do it. I can die, but I can't stand being forgotten."
Ming Feng, though silent, had eyes filled with admiration. He gently lowered his head, seemingly paying tribute to those ancient sages.
