The chaos opened, the heavens and the earth closed, and there was only a colossal sphere in the vast universe.

The sphere is multi-colored, mist-shrouded, and huge, and everything is contained in it, as if entrenched in the center of the vastness.

And so, 180 million years passed.

With a crisp sound like an eggshell shattering, the surface of the sphere cracked.

A fierce force poured out from the inside out, and in an instant, it was white.

I don't know how long it lasted, until the white light dissipated, and there were only floating fragments of strange shapes and sizes floating in the universe.

Among the many fragments, only one fiery red is the most dazzling.

It was round, hot, and at the center of all the pieces, around which all the pieces slowly moved and turned.

Later generations called these fragments the Hanging Realm, which means the world suspended in the universe.

Among the thousands of overhangs, the large ones are millions of miles in diameter, and the small ones are only a thousand feet.

Compared to the two, there is a difference between the ant.

And each overlord of the Hanging Realm can be called a Realm Lord.

The world of millions is also dominated by one side.

This universe.

The world calls it vast!

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Three thousand years of the Divine Glory Era.

On the top of the towering mountain, a long-haired old man sat cross-legged on the ground, and the old man had a childish face and a red face.

After a while, the old man's closed eyes opened suddenly, and the dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to devour everything in front of him.

A majestic air flow erupted from the old man's body, and the surrounding clouds and mist were also violently knocked away.

Then, as if sensing something, the old man instantly regained his momentum.

The surroundings were as calm as before, but a little less hazy, and the old man's eyes were closed again, as if nothing had happened.

"Your smell has changed. The old man said, his voice was like a bell, and his pulse was long.

"Ah, yes. A low, deep voice came from mid-air: "You haven't changed at all!"

After speaking, a hearty laugh sounded from behind the old man.

A slender figure turned his back to the old man, who came and wore a black robe, and his red hair over his shoulders swayed with the cold wind.

He had a black inscription sword pinned to his waist, and this knife had no scabbard.

"Quit?" the old man still sat on the ground, without any intention of getting up.

"Gave it away. The corners of the man's mouth lifted and he smiled.

The old man, who had been calm and relaxed, suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and his eyes were full of surprise.

However, in the next moment, it was empty and clear, and it was like two people before.

"I finally got a clue. The old man said.

"Won't let us down. "The redhead is still good.

"Alas!" the old man sighed, as if he had let go of the burden in his heart, and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it." ”

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