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The ancient ruins stood solemnly on the desolate plain, resembling a withered monument, its surface already covered in the traces of time. No one knew how many more years would pass before even these broken walls and remnants turned to dust, becoming one with the light.
"These ruins are so old, I wonder from which era they date."
Wang Xiaoyi stepped on a huge blue stone, looking out over the desolate plain, feeling the world's desolation.
The Lost Tomb Site, it was rumored that all that had vanished from the human world was buried here.
This place seemed like a crack in time.
Along the way, the seven great demons that Zhou Dao had slain had already become extinct in the world.
They were true ancient demons with powerful bloodlines, naturally strong and passed down through generations.
Long after the Taoist King's grand ceremony, these ancient demons had already been wiped from existence.