He was Xuan Qing's obsession, and he could also be seen as a newly born living being. It was just that his connection to Xuan Qing seemed rather deep.
Xiao looked around himself. The tools he had crafted, having been tainted with Heavenly Dao Merit, seemed to have entered the ranks of Post-celestial Merit Spiritual Treasures.
"I'll teach them some hunting methods!"
As a soul from a later age, Xiao understood that he could not help the Human Race too much, or the losses would outweigh the gains.
If the Human Race wanted to become a powerful race and gain a firm foothold in the Prehistoric Era, hardships were indispensable.
Perhaps his existence was merely that of a spectator. Or perhaps Xuan Qing had left him behind as a safeguard, asking only that he occasionally point them in the right direction and keep the Human Race from straying too far.
"Xiao, what did you do?"
Upon seeing Heavenly Dao Merit descend, nearly all the Innate Human Race came looking for him.
"These are hunting tools I made for everyone. I'll explain how to use them, then you can teach the clan members."
Having memories from a later age was indeed convenient. Xiao quickly taught everyone.
After teaching them the methods, Xiao selected a large tree by the river. He climbed up it and began his seclusion.
With part of Xuan Qing's memories, Xiao also knew how to cultivate. He wanted to become stronger as soon as possible. Ming He's covetous gaze from beyond the Formation left him deeply uneasy.
Outside the Formation, Ming He was greatly startled when he saw merit suddenly descend from the sky. Nuwa had already left the Human Race, so why was merit still falling?
What was so remarkable about the Human Race? Why did even