The great saint-level monk flew to Yuetian Peak.

As soon as Yanshan Soul flew to the Yue Tian Peak, he looked at the place where he was born, and then he froze there. There was no trace of his body there, and there were no traces of his birth. So there were only two possibilities.

One possibility is that they have returned to an era when even the evil master has not yet been conceived, and the other possibility is that this space is simply an environment.

Yan Shanhun looked around wisely, and suddenly his expression changed slightly. He found that Yue Tian Peak seemed different from before. Although the strong wind was raging here, it was not as ferocious as the real Yue Tian Peak in Shangyuan Continent, and his spiritual consciousness was directed towards Yue Tian.

Spreading down the peak, I found that although those Tianzun could not climb Yue Tian Peak, the height they soared was much higher than what Yan Shanhun thought.

"This is definitely not Shangyuan Continent! This is not the real Yuetian Peak!" Yanshan Soul blurted out.

"Perhaps..." The Immortal Lord said hesitantly: "This was how Yue Tian Peak was in the era of hundreds of tribes, and you were not born yet at that time..."

Yan Shanhun was a little panicked when he heard this, and Xu Ziyan and others were also a little panicked.

If this is really the era of hundreds of tribes in Shangyuan Continent...

It was a glorious era, an era when masters from hundreds of races were everywhere. Just people like them...

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