Amid endless darkness.
Gu Qingshan was being dragged forward by some force, flying onward.
As in the past, every time he broke through a realm, he was led to meet the Giant Corpse.
This time, I have to ask it about the Cultivation World.
Who would have thought the Cultivation World held so many relics from the Prehistoric Era?
Or had all this happened because an Apostle of Chaos had regained its strength?
Gu Qingshan pondered silently.
Suddenly, his speed slowed a little. Then he entered a certain world.
A haze of primordial chaos.
Across the land, Black Skeletons walked back and forth without tiring.
Gu Qingshan instinctively looked toward the center of the world, but then froze.
"No... That's impossible..."
He murmured, then darted toward the Bronze Pillar.
The Bronze Pillar, which had once reached from heaven to earth, had snapped in half. Only the lower half remained, jutting up from the ground.
The pillar... it's broken.
The Giant Corpse was nowhere to be seen.
Gu Qingshan landed lightly before the broken Bronze Pillar and examined it closely.
Unfortunately, whatever had happened here seemed to have taken place long ago.
With his current strength, he couldn't tell what had happened.
The seals on the Giant Corpse hadn't been completely undone.
Who could have attacked it?
Gu Qingshan fell silent for a few breaths. A wave of anger suddenly surged in his heart.
Suddenly.
Every Black Skeleton on the ground stopped walking.
They silently turned to look at Gu Qingshan.
The next second.
The skeletons began merging with one another.
A sense of foreboding welled up in Gu Qingshan. He reached out and clenched his hand in the air.
—Prehistoric spirit skill, Ten Thousand Swords Demon Suppression Chains!
Countless iron chains appeared from Gu Qingshan's hand, streaked across the sky,