If a person can endure a century of solitude in the Illusion Realm, how powerful will their spiritual and soul power become?
It's hard to imagine, unimaginable, and dare not imagine.
The scene progresses further.
Everyone's gaze is fixed, only to see a cloud of mist disperses. This time, everyone sees what Chen Che sees.
When the world divides for a long time, it must unite; when it unites for a long time, it must divide.
The Han followed the Qin, developing vigorously for hundreds of years, but it is already the end of the Eastern Han.
It is still the dilapidated thatched house.
When Chen Che slowly opened his eyes and saw this scene, his lips slightly moved.
"Damn it, am I not out yet? What's going on?"
A trace of doubt flashed in his heart when the house was knocked.
"Ying Zheng? Fu Su? Hu Hai?"
