The thought that this was the Primordial God Realm startled Jiang Ping An.
The souls Zhu Mu had devoured had pooled their consciousness to create a world of consciousness—one that ran on its own, almost like reality.
Mountains and rivers, birds, beasts, fish, and insects—even the Divine Dao Laws had been reproduced without error.
Anything that had once happened in the Primordial God Realm might play out again in this world of consciousness.
It sounded unbelievable, yet it was unfolding before his eyes.
No wonder the powerful Fierce Beast before him was so clumsy, knowing only how to bite and ram by instinct.
In that distant primordial age, many Fierce Beasts had never evolved toward intelligence. They survived entirely on their formidable bodies and inborn hunting instincts.
Humans, the first to develop intelligence, had grown and accumulated strength over long ages until they became the dominant people.
In the end, they had evolved into the Five Great God Kingdoms and ruled the vast God Realm.
While Jiang Ping An was lost in thought, another group arrived nearby.
There were more of them, perhaps twenty or thirty. Their animal-skin clothes were noticeably finer and cut to the same pattern, like some kind of uniform.
Their weapons were better made and more varied, bearing clear signs of forging. Metal weapons flashed coldly, while the edges of their Bone Blades had been honed exceptionally sharp.
To Jiang Ping An, though, the weapons were still crude and backward. Only the materials themselves were extraordinary.
The group stared at the Six-Eyed Demon Spider, which was as large as a mountain. Naked excitement and greed spread across their faces, like hunters who had spotted the fattest prey.
"There's a Six-Eyed Demon Spider here!"
"Haha, what luck! Take down this Six-Eyed Demon Spider, and our Black Mountain