Zi An pondered for three days and three nights, but ultimately gained nothing and could only let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh.
He was merely a minor cultivator at the Celestial Immortal level, yet he had actually taken it upon himself to worry about the Grand Luo Golden Immortals and Quasi-Sages.
Even the Human Emperor and the many great deities of Shouyang Mountain were helpless. How could a Celestial Immortal like him possibly come up with any good solution?
Zi An mocked himself for being somewhat overconfident.
Just because he had worshiped an incredible master, that did not mean he himself was equally incredible.
At present, he was nothing more than a tiny shrimp.
Leaving his secluded cultivation site, Zi An activated his Dao Eye and swept his gaze across the boundless mountain forests.
Three days ago, he had not been able to see a single trace of a demon beast or ferocious beast. Now, several demon beasts had already been born again.
This was why the beast disaster was so difficult to eradicate.
The Human Race spent ten months carrying a child, and it took eighteen years for that child to grow into an adult before they could reproduce.
If they died of old age naturally, their average lifespan was around eighty years.
They could generally reproduce once every twenty years. Compared to the other races of the Primordial Wilderness, this reproductive speed could already be called a miracle.
The stronger an individual was and the longer its lifespan, the slower its race reproduced. This was the law of Heaven and Earth.
Very few races could defy it.
But compared to wild beasts, the Human Race was in an entirely different situation.
It was simply that this time, the Human Race was on the ground while the wild beasts