Unless they are strong people with absolute certainty, those monks will choose to achieve enlightenment through rules.

"Is this the territory of the human race today?"

Xia Yi stepped on the ground and looked at the scene of people coming and going around him, with a little nostalgic look on his face.

How many years have passed.

No, it must have never been.

He was born in the years when the human race was wandering. At that time, the human race was in dire straits and there was no such prosperous scene in front of him.

In the past.

Xia Yi had also fantasized about it.

If the human race defeats all races, it will enter its heyday, and then it should overlap with the present.

pity.

Until he fell, he did not see the arrival of this day.

More than 200,000 years apart.

Xia Yi discovered that his dream had been realized by others.

"The human race is prosperous and strong, and this is what I imagined that the human race should be!"
Chapter completed!