Xiao Shami touched his head and warned in his heart not to forget his identity as a cultivator.

At night, in the mountains, the boy walked through the desert with a torch, the water bottle on his head was broken, he collected it in the desert, and he had to grope for a grain of sand, and his vision was empty, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

[Milk and honey flow from this ancient land, which is the promised land given to us by the gods. Blood gushed out, the sea turned salty, I watched the sky sink in on the shore of the sunrise, the dilapidated sky city could not keep the ancient seal, and the world would become mediocre because of the absence of the gods. 】

The inscriptions on the stele are so waste......

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