The Channeling Temple

Li Yao nodded his head. He had inferred it with Long Yangjun earlier and was not surprised at Wuying Qi's story.

In such a way, the mysterious legends from ten thousand years ago had a logical explanation. Though not as romantic as before, it made more sense now.

"You know the result of the battle. The Supreme Emperor and the Blood God repeated the tragedy in the primeval age like the Pangu Clan and the Nuwa Clan. They perished together, and so did the troops that were loyal to them, disappearing into the cold universe. The civilization of human beings that had just been reconstructed was almost destroyed, embracing another ten thousand years of chaos."

Wuying Qi 3.0 said, "The Supreme Emperor escaped to the Gold Throne, and the remains of the Blood God hid in Doom, his flagship, where he rested for nine thousand years before he was finally able to send out a telepathic thought to the enlisting bases all over the universe to summon the new-generation warriors.