His wings appeared once more, and Lin Changqing gazed into the distance.
The human race now occupied the land within tens of millions of miles around Kongtong Mountain, which was covered by the grand formation. Their territory was still expanding.
Suiren Shi and the other three ancestors of the human race had reached the Mystic Immortal realm. Sweeping through the surrounding hundred million miles would be no problem for them.
At this point, the human race could be considered the overlord of the region for nearly a billion miles around.
But a billion miles was no more than a tiny speck on a hundred-foot scroll, brushed across with ink to depict the mountains and rivers of the Primordial World—perhaps not even that much!
The Primordial World was vast beyond measure. Though Lin Changqing had spent tens of thousands of years training within it, he had yet to explore even a billionth, or a hundred-billionth, of it.
At this moment, only Suiren Shi knew that Lin Changqing had left the human race. He stood in the ancestral hall, bowing respectfully, his eyes brimming with tears!
The Human Race Sage Master had left the human race. They would have to rely on themselves and accelerate their development!
Lin Changqing surveyed the mountains and rivers of the Primordial World, chose a direction, and shot forward like a streak of divine light.
The Primordial World could broadly be divided into four regions.
At its center lay the area around Buzhou Mountain, where spiritual energy was most abundant and treasures were most plentiful.
But the region was small, and it belonged to the Demon Clan.
The Demon Clan Sacred Mountain hovered above that region.
The south had the fewest demons and belonged to the Wu Clan. Its climate was pleasant, its scenery was beautiful, and