C1752 Demonic text

"This is a shrine from the ancient times." Ding Yi stood in front of the dilapidated divine hall, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"No way." Old Tian Wu was in disbelief.

In the prehistoric era, there was no human being, and no concept of architecture at all.

The great gods of that era, the dragon race lived in the sea, the bug race lied in the grass