Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
From that moment on, the Star Grave Palace closed. In accordance with the Heavenly Roc King’s plan, Martial Sages and above were not allowed in. Then, it soared into the air and tore through the barrier of the sky to fly into the infinite depths of space.
The originally strong Heavenly Roc Race had already weakened with the Heavenly Roc King’s death. Then, all the elite forces in the race died in the struggle to obtain the Great Roc Spreading Wings Painting.
As a result, the period of prosperity that the Heavenly Roc King brought to the Heavenly Roc Race was lost forever, and their strength declined sharply. A few thousand years later, the Heavenly Roc Race had become a bottom-rung existence among the hundred races in the Fiend Domain.
Every hundred years, the grave palace would pass above the Heavenly Roc Race, which had never given up on calling it down, praying that they would succeed and revitalize the Heavenly Roc Race’s glory.
There was definitive news that after a few generations of attempts, the Star Grave Palace would come down this time.
With the passage of time, the previously great and mighty Heavenly Roc Race had left the bustling areas of the Fiend Domain, moving to its borders, to the Sand Province about four thousand kilometers away from Hunluo Province.
The Sand Province was a vast desert, a desolate place without any life and only a few small oases. There were also all sorts of evil people traveling through that place.
For the Heavenly Roc Race to end up in such a place, it was easy to imagine how much the race had waned.
For ordinary people, four thousand kilometers would take an extremely long time to walk. For Mo Lingtian and his group, such a distance was not particularly far. In fact, it could be said to be very near.
Mo Lingtian and his group could travel more than five hundred kilometers in one day. Eight days later, a seemingly endless golden desert appeared before the eight.
Mo Lingtian looked at the sand and glanced at Xiao Chen, who was behind. Then the corners of his lips curled up, an
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