In the destroyed valley, the various forces from Cangxuan Heaven were reorganizing their troops and checking their losses.

Standing somewhere in the great valley, Zhou Yuan studied the great rushing river that ran through the valley, the Decoder Saint Rune flowing in the depths of his eyes.

It was time to collect their harvest now that the Sacred Race had retreated.

Under the Decoder Saint Rune’s prying gaze, everything concealed in the depths of the earth was clearly ...