In the deepest realms of the collective unconscious of mankind.
Anchored by the corpses of the four Human Emperors: Yayu's Corpse, Erfu Corpse, Wang Hai's Corpse, and Xia Geng's Corpse.
The dreamscape of the twelve ancient Corpses is like an ugly scar, firmly intertwined with the dreams of humanity.
Rushing water...
Two divine shadows, radiant with light, smoothly passed through a flaw in the Heavenly Gate, guided by the perfect Key of the Gate, and successfully escaped from the Mystical Womb Rearing Heaven.
The black tide mixed with silt surged down, carrying Wang Yuan and the Great Fate with it.
Changing into tens of thousands of pitch-black hands along the way, they tried to capture them but never managed to even scratch them.
Especially when behind the two, the vast and colorful Merit Golden Wheel suddenly unfurled.
All the evil thoughts and black mud that fell upon the divine light were instantly evaporated like droplets of water on a red-hot iron.
