With that trace of the supreme primordial good fortune, Yin Lan went back in time and returned to 48 million years ago. At this time, in Shanlan Continent, spiritual power cultivation has only a history of 10,000 years, and there is no spiritual power to increase the speed of cultivation and avoid the risks of cultivation. There is no formula for transforming attributes that is suitable for each person, and there are no powerful taboo skills, fusion skills, or sacrifice skills. At this time, the refining level is still in the Bronze Age, and there is no spiritual power to drive the car. There is no shock gun, and even a portable communicator, you have to spend a lot of money to buy it. As for the originator of alchemy, it is still sprouting in the mother's womb... This year, Yin Lan was sixteen years old. He was beaten to death, and one of his legs was knocked off. The kind girl who was forever sealed in the depths of memory was also forced to swallow the strong amber oil, and then died of poison. In the most beautiful years, she withered and withered...