On the private jet heading to the Hua Xia Abnormal People Council headquarters, Bai Yan leaned back on a genuine leather sofa, sipping red wine and reading the historical annals of the Hengyue Sect, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Although Bai Yan's strength meant he could fly back to the Council headquarters much faster than taking a private jet, is it not the purpose of fighting against heaven and earth to obtain great power for one's enjoyment? Demons think this way as well.
Since this book has been handed down through generations, with someone from each era adding annotations in contemporary language, it appears seamless and without obstacle.
"Who would have thought that cultivators from ten thousand years ago were so powerful."
Bai Yan put down the history book of the Hengyue Sect, lost in thought.
Ten thousand years ago, Earth's cultivators reached the pinnacle of their practice, with unprecedented power, and all territories were under the control of these Sects.
