Zhang Ling, standing to the side, listened with her eyes wide and couldn't help cutting in. "What happened after that?"
A hint of melancholy flashed through Zhang Qingyue's eyes.
"Later, no one knew what had happened. Perhaps it was a calamity that swept across the heavens, or perhaps it was some other cause."
"In any case, after a certain point, that era of unparalleled glory suddenly came to an end."
"Countless powerful inheritances vanished overnight. The abundant spiritual energy began to dry up, and even the Heavenly Dao became incomplete and damaged."
"Our current era was rebuilt on the ruins of that time."
"Many of the powerful inheritances we know today were actually obtained by chance from ancient relics left behind from that Golden Age."
Boom!
Zhang Qingyue's words crashed through Zhou Xuan's mind like peals of thunder!
The Golden Age!
True Immortals, Immortal Kings, Immortal Emperors!
The Heavenly Dao, damaged!
In an instant, he connected those words with the domineering Bronze Book in his Sea of Consciousness!
Could that Bronze Book really have such a huge backstory?
No wonder!
No wonder it had so easily crushed Zhang Qingyue's secret art of divination!
How could cultivators of this era casually pry into something that came from the Age of Gods?
Zhou Xuan's heart pounded wildly, betraying him.
He forcibly suppressed the storm raging inside him, then squeezed out a smile more miserable than a grimace. In a cautious voice, he began his performance.
"Senior Sister, I can't understand a single thing you've said."
"But that thing you mentioned... I think I might vaguely remember something."
He scratched his head, putting on an expression of deep concentration as if trying hard to recall.
"It was a while ago, when I was cleaning the Miscellaneous Affairs Department for us Chore Disciples. I