"Born noble... Feathered Serpent Nobles!"
"We worship the fate of the tail-eating snake... because it is our father..."
"We established a great empire, ruling countless clans!"
"Until one day, fate told us that we would soon disappear from history..."
"Only the chosen eternal descendants could escape to the future..."
...
"Ahh!!!"
Zhong Shenxiu clutched his head, black bloody tears streaming from his eyes.
In the last gaze, he saw destruction and the eternal downfall!
He lay on the ground, gasping for a long time, before slowly standing up and rubbing his temples.
"Feathered Serpent Nobles... a bloodline race that has already perished?"
During the recent influx of information, he had communicated with many spirits.
For instance, the Feathered Serpent Nobles had once ruled the real world, establishing a prehistoric civilization that spanned continents and oceans.
But then, fate had given them a prophecy; their inevitable destruction was unavoidable.
