The last totem.
Qingyao mountain.
Yu Yuan.
The world was filled with a wild aura.
The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, no different from a full moon.
The tall totem pillar stood tall like a pillar in the sky, and the totem patterns on it were shining brightly, and more than half of them were already lit up.
Above the sky, dark clouds were like ink. Purple and green lightning gathered and fell like the vast ocean. It was already very close to xunmu.
The huge pupil that stretched across the sky looked down at the entire primeval relic emotionlessly and was about to open completely.
Step, step, step ...
In the dust, figures of all sizes, with their robes fluttering and their armors clattering, gathered into a circle and began to dance.