The wild grass was ignited by the Primordial Fire.
A few breaths later, only some ashes remained fluttering in the air.
The great calamity a thousand years ago was like this Primordial Fire...
And those who survived now are like the remnants of grass and ash after the fire extinguished.
"If no fated person arrives soon, with the current consumption of the Primordial Swallowing Sacred Realm, it can probably only last for another fifteen years."
Xuan Ming said, "Fifteen years later, this wisp of Divine Thought will vanish like smoke, and this Holy Realm will automatically perish... Now that a new master has come, the hope for the continuation of the Holy Realm left by the Master finally has a chance."
"Fifteen years..."
Xie Xuanyi looked at the withered trees in the distance, somewhat puzzled: "Why do I feel that this Holy Realm can't last that long?"
After his Divine Thought entered the Holy Realm, he had a thought.
