A vast mountain range a million light-years high and stretching hundreds of millions of light-years.
A figure abruptly appeared.
It was a fanged man with azure skin, purple eyes, disheveled hair, and a ferocious face. Mysterious patterns covered his skin, and he radiated the aura of an Eternal True God, brimming with primitive savagery.
He was clearly a Native Life.
The normal teleportation limit for an Eternal True God was ten million light-years, but they could teleport at an extremely high frequency. Thus, even seemingly vast mountain terrain could be crossed in the blink of an eye to them.
This fanged strongman was Wang Yi in disguise. He lowered his head and looked at a native tribe amid the distant forest.
Countless natives lived there. The weakest were Immortals, while the strongest was an Eternal True God.
Since Wang Yi had not deliberately concealed the aura from Wang Yi's body, the Eternal True God in the tribe immediately discovered him when he appeared nearby.
A streak of light flew out from the tribe toward Wang Yi.
The surroundings of the tribe were under Lockdown, making teleportation impossible. One could only fly in.
It was a burly bald strongman with blue skin. There was only a single enormous eye on his face, with two fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth. He carried a huge stone spiked club and flew all the way to Wang Yi's side.
"Who are you? What are you doing here at our Shetu Tribe?" The other party spoke in an obscure ancient language, not the common tongue of Origin Continent cultivators, but an even older language belonging to the Ancient Clan.
The other party did not attack immediately because he had sensed the Ancient Clan aura on Wang Yi.
If he had been a cultivator,