"Wuwu!" Gu Qinger's eyes were about to crack; he was the Sword Deity.
"Wuwu!" Gu Qingsan exerted himself so much that the veins on his neck were about to burst; he was the Supreme Sword Body.
"Calm down."
Gu Qingyi quickly calmed his junior brothers' emotions.
Seeing that everyone's reactions were off, he dared not keep quiet and took the initiative to speak, becoming the simultaneous translator for the Sword Ancestor.
This immediately drew everyone's attention because what the eldest of the Gu family said, they could remember:
The Sword Ancestor's preface narrated the era he was in.
The Cold Plastic Epoch, the Holy Path wilting, disaster descends, cultivators were unable to touch the Path, weak and sickly, their lifespan shortened, living at most only three to five decades before aging.
In the end, it even developed to the point of regressing living beings, such as being unable to see or speak, just like the monkeys on Lingyu Mountain now.
