"Primordial... Primordial..."
The mysterious strongman who, 3000 years ago, helped the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Sha annihilate the Master of Ten Thousand Swords, was none other than Zhou Dao.
His mark appeared in the cracks of time past.
3000 years ago, it was but a snap of the fingers.
Such ripples, like a dragonfly skimming the water, would stir up great waves in the ancient river of time.
"I once... appeared in the past..."
Zhou Dao's eyes were lost, and it took him a long time to calm down; such an experience felt like a dream.
It was the law of heaven and earth, an unbreakable constraint.
Throughout the ages, everything flowed along the ripples of fate, and any anomaly would have profound and frightening consequences.
"3000 years ago... That person was me..." Zhou Dao muttered softly to himself.
Boom...
Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap echoed, as though a storm was imminent.
Zhou Dao instinctively looked up.