Underneath the Holy Spirit Tree, a dazzling golden light slowly unfolded, with Xiya bathed in Divine Power, his expression filled with horror.
After hearing that voice from the depths of his heart, he fell into a brief state of perplexity.
Me... ten thousand years from now?
The voice was so mysterious and vast that Xiya felt somewhat at a loss.
Indeed, having read many storybooks, his acceptance of new things was not low, especially since this world had the God and Demon System, as well as various Sealed Objects, leading Xiya to have a very broad knowledge base.
Even so, the future still sounded somewhat elusive.
He, too, had fantasized about whether he would become some earth-shattering figure in the future, and was very afraid that one day he might just die unnoticed on the battlefield of the Demon Clan.
At this moment, this entity claiming to be Xiya from the future, while bringing him astonishment, also dispelled the worries in his heart.
