As Han Muye walked forward, the divine beasts and exotic beasts all turned to look at him.
When these gazes landed, Han Muye felt as if his muscles, bones, and soul were about to explode.
How powerful were these divine beasts?
Why would such a powerful world collapse?
Moving forward, he could no longer think about these questions.
Because the power pressing down on his body was too strong, the suppression of his soul by those divine beasts made his mind start to waver.
"Little Golden Crow?"
"This is not where you come from. Go back."
A voice echoed in his mind.
The voice was rich and powerful.
Han Muye raised his head, and a girl in a white robe, around 11 or 12 years old, stood a few steps away.
"Enlightenment Beast?"
From the bottom of his heart, Han Muye decided that this was an enlightened beast.