"Xingtian?"
"Is Xingtian a metaphor? A man?"
"The axe that cleaves the world? Changyang Mountain?"
Among the various names and weapons, no one had any recollection.
As for living on this prehistoric wasteland in the great land which was awakening, they felt the other side was lying, but it was not entirely impossible.
Because they were nomads, roaming on the cosmic membrane outside the entire Universe, continuously extracting rules and genes from every place, draining one before moving to the next.
Whenever they stopped at a site, for example, a vortex where many rules converged, hiding numerous nodes of rules, if they truly lived on the ruins of a seventh-level civilization, it was not impossible.
Yet the things appearing before their eyes were too inexplicable.
