Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 514 - 349. Magical Level 4 Exotic Material _2

Not only Gaba Muda, but Long Xingyun and others also displayed stunned expressions.

A second passed.

Suddenly Gaba Muda heard Yang Fan’s voice coming over: "Interesting!"

This mysterious race instinctively glanced at Yang Fan and immediately saw the silhouette of the latter tilt its head back.

He followed suit and looked up at the sky.

Gaba Muda only took one look and was instantly shocked again.

A series of crescent moons of varying colors and sizes were hanging at different positions in the sky.

If there were only a few crescent moons, this mysterious race would not have been so surprised.

But the number of crescent moons was unexpectedly high, almost forming a line running through the center of the firmament.

A rough estimate suggested that there were no fewer than two hundred crescent moons.

Gaba Muda stared blankly for a while and suddenly recalled what Yang Fan had said earlier — what calamity did the Primordial Evil Race encounter back then?

This mysterious race asked hoarsely: "Mr. Ghost, could this be the Sea of Death Black Sand from ancient times?"

Yang Fan nodded: "Yes! This should be the Sea of Death Black Sand from over 13,000 years ago."

The moon rock, originating from the ruins, is intricately linked to the vanished Primordial Evil Race, and by associating it with the Past Star Formation, using the power of the World Gate, we successfully glimpsed the past Sea of Death Black Sand.

Without solely relying on the Past Star Formation, this would not have been achievable; World Power was of great assistance.

This was one of the reasons Yang Fan placed the World Gate here.

On the other hand, the Dream Realm indicated that the ruins originated over 8,000 years ago, which contradicts the information given by the Past Star Formation.

But this is not surprising, after all, the Canglan People in the Dream Realm were quite weak.

Gaba Muda breathed sharply, finding it increasingly unbelievable.

This mysterious race knew this Canglan Person was highly skilled, capable of killing a High Rank Warrior Level Death Sand Worm with one strike at a Middle Rank Warrior level.

But Gaba Muda really didn’t expect that the other party was so powerful.

Even Knight Powerhouses probably couldn’t look back to the Sea of Death Black Sand over ten thousand years ago, could they?

Yang Fan changed the subject: "Isn’t it surprising how peaceful the Black Sand Sea was over ten thousand years ago?"

Gaba Muda agreed deeply: "Indeed, very surprising."

The present Sea of Death Black Sand has extraordinarily harsh weather, with apocalyptic scenes of violent winds and sweeping sandstorms year-round.

This mysterious race tentatively asked a question: "Mr. Ghost, why did the Primordial World have so many crescent moons over ten thousand years ago, but now there aren’t any?"

Yang Fan shook his head: "I don’t know either."

Actually, he had a guess in his heart — each crescent moon might be representing an Ancient God.

Over two hundred crescent moons meant there were over two hundred Ancient Gods in the Primordial World at that time.

However, this guess is too astounding and involves the deep secrets of the Primordial World, so there’s no need to tell an Iron Fist Person.

Long Xingyun asked a question beside him: "Mr. Ghost, where is that Primordial Evil Race?"

Yang Fan pointed ahead: "Just head forward."

After he finished speaking, he swiftly moved forward.

The others immediately followed closely.

Long Xingyun ran several kilometers and had just climbed over a several-kilometer-high "low" sand dune when he suddenly felt his body seemed to pass through an invisible thin membrane.

The next moment.

This commander was amazed to see the scene ahead change.

Vast expanses of green spread across the ground and extended into the distance.

Where was the Black Sand Sea?

It was clearly a green world!

Gaba Muda also called out: "I understand, this is a barrier! The land of the Primordial Evil Race is hidden by a barrier, making it invisible from the outside."

Long Xingyun and others also displayed expressions of "eye-opening today."

Amid the vast green ahead stood towering white columns, quite eye-catching.

The stone columns were at least four or five hundred meters high, with diameters exceeding fifty meters, and their surfaces were carved with intricate and exquisite patterns, clearly indicating they were man-made structures.

Besides this, there were no other creatures in sight.

Long Xingyun glanced around, whispering: "Strange! Could the Primordial Evil Race have died out?"

A team member beside him whispered a reminder: "Boss, the Primordial Evil Race shouldn’t be extinct; they might just live underground."

Long Xingyun realized, laughed awkwardly: "You are right, my pig brain!"

This commander smiled nonchalantly again: "Looks like the Primordial Evil Race has quite the environmental spirit, planting so many trees in the desert."

This unusually thick-skinned comment made Gaba Muda turn his head for a glance.

Yang Fan suddenly said: "They’re about to emerge."

Just after the words fell.

A dozen white columns in the distance simultaneously emitted faint milky-white light.

Bright shafts of light then emerged from the ground.

Every dissipated light column revealed a delicate triangular aircraft.

Besides the aircraft, there were also humanoid creatures enveloped in white light shields, floating in mid-air.

Long Xingyun looked at this scene, exclaiming "Whoa," again: "These columns must be elevators, the Primordial Evil Race’s technology is genuinely advanced."

The team members chimed in agreement.

"These triangular aircraft do not conform to aerodynamics; they seem to have mastered anti-gravity technology."

"What technology is in these light shields? They look truly sci-fi!"

Yang Fan remained silent, but the trace of astonishment in his eyes indicated his unsettled mood.

Several dozen triangular aircraft quickly gathered, forming a triangular formation, darting towards the distance like shuttles.

Meanwhile, the figures enveloped in light shields flew together in another direction.

Long Xingyun watched the figures and aircraft move away, muttering again: "I feel like their civilization level is so high, they don’t seem like the bloodthirsty and violent Evil Race."

Another team member had a different opinion: "They might be conducting sinister rituals underground."

Yang Fan shook his head gently: "No, I can sense there’s no sinister ritual here, nor any violent acts."

The implication was — this is a true civilization.

Everyone felt a bit confused.

Whether it was information obtained by the Canglan People from the Mermaid, or information obtained by the Iron Fist People from their own race, or even images Yang Fan saw in the Dream Realm, all emphasized that every single Primordial Evil Race was cruel and murderous.

Any expedition dispatched by a civilization world, once encountering the Primordial Evil Race, would inevitably end in a fierce battle.

But this Primordial Evil Race from over ten thousand years ago overturned everyone’s perception.

Gaba Muda couldn’t help but say: "It seems there must have been significant upheavals in the history of the Primordial World."

Yang Fan nodded: "I think so too."

He recalled the Ancient God’s Hand reaching towards the Arctic Icefield and also remembered the Mermaid Jana coming from the Mei Jia Civilization, thinking to himself: "Is this the reincarnation of the Primordial World?"

All signs indicated that a great upheaval sweeping through the Primordial World had begun.

Just like the upheaval over ten thousand years ago.

If not reincarnation, what was it?

Long Xingyun seemed curious about the greenery ahead and wanted to go over to take a look.

But after taking a dozen steps, as he was about to approach the trees, he suddenly felt a flash and returned to his original place.

Long Xingyun was dumbfounded.

Yang Fan smiled: "This is the illusion of retrospection, not the real scene; many parts are incomplete."

Long Xingyun looked at the vast greenery and then looked down at his hands, his expression quite subtle: "I feel it doesn’t seem like an illusion at all."

Gaba Muda nodded, indicating feeling the same.

Because, whether by sensory or mental perception, they detected nothing abnormal.

Yang Fan smiled and didn’t say much more.

After a while.

His gaze focused, speaking in deep tones: "It’s coming!"

Everyone’s eyes widened, staring ahead without blinking.

Everyone knew that "it’s coming" meant — the moment of destruction here had arrived.