On Warm Moon Mountain, the Qin Clan had developed rapidly and already spread through three generations.
Though the clan as a whole was not particularly powerful, its average cultivation level was not low. Basically, once they reached adulthood, they were in the Transcendent Realm. The more gifted ones could achieve Perfect Transcendent Mortal and charge toward the next realm.
There were already several Star Lord Level clansmen.
In such a short time, so many powerful clansmen had emerged. In the end, it was because Qin Heng's genes were simply too outstanding.
The entire Qin Clan flourished. The mountain island at the heart of Warm Moon Lake seemed somewhat too small for all their frolicking now. Some clansmen went to the Underwater World and mingled with the various alien races at the bottom of the lake—fighting, making friends, forming grudges, falling in love. Someone did everything.
Qin Heng did not care much about such matters, but Qin Bai worshipped him greatly. Seeing him return, Qin Bai ran over, brought a small stool, and sat at the entrance of the stone house, vividly recounting everything that had happened recently.
The Qin Clan had developed to this extent in just three God Ruin Years—merely several decades of Earth time. Even Qin Heng felt somewhat stirred by it.
He thought about how long he had been away from Earth. By rough calculation, it had been at least six or seven hundred Earth years, more than ten times the Qin Clan's period of propagation.
He wondered what Old Home had become now. Had the vast resources bestowed by the Ten Emperors Hall, along with Pangu Hall's expansive Living Zone and Cultivation Zone, enabled Earth Civilization to complete its transformation from a single-planet race into a galactic civilization?
He was curious about the situation back home,