When asked about the First Era, Cui Yu's face showed a rare trace of bewilderment.
He said.
"The First Era? To be honest, we of the Ghost Clan know very little about the First Era. Even the Ghost Clan Queen knows little of its affairs."
"Back then, after our Ghost Clan Civilization gained a firm foothold in the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens, we searched throughout them for ruins of the previous epochs, but found very little."
"Countless years later, the Queen once went to the Immortal Realm to meet the Dao Ancestor. Together, they divined the Ten Directions of the All Heavens, searching for traces left by the First Era. But again, they found very little."
"But before the Queen left, that Dao Ancestor, whose greatness crowned all the heavens, suddenly said something."
"What did he say?"
Jiang Yang asked.
"The Dao Ancestor said, perhaps this entire Myriad Worlds of the Heavens is itself a ruin of the First Era?"
Cui Yu said.
"Traces of the First Era-the entire Myriad Worlds of the Heavens?"
Jiang Yang was astonished. If that were true, just how powerful must the First Era have been?
How could such a powerful First Era Civilization have vanished, allowing the civilizations of the following five epochs to emerge?
"So, even now, the First Era remains a mystery."
Seeing the shifting expressions on Jiang Yang's face, Cui Yu knew he was also pondering the question of the First Era and could not help saying with a smile.
Back then, when he had heard those words from the Queen, he too had been deeply shocked.
"Still, the time to unravel that mystery should be drawing near."
Cui Yu continued.
"I imagine you know something of this as well. When Earth Civilization reaches the Doomsday of the Sixth Epoch,