Beast God Realm, Cangmang Federation.
It was a medium-sized nation, but a powerful one, with three Void Return Realm cultivators stationed there.
Three thousand years ago, the Cangmang Federation had even received a divine oracle from the Beast God, earning it the name "the God-Blessed Nation."
Fang Tribe was a prosperous city in the Cangmang Federation. Its name could be traced all the way back to the sacred war of ancient times.
The local chieftain was said to be descended from a hero of the Holy War, with glorious blood flowing through his veins.
"Tribe, chieftain..."
The names sounded primitive and savage, yet what lay before him was a bustling, prosperous city.
Projection screens floated across the sky, broadcasting all sorts of news.
Skyscrapers soared everywhere, hovering in midair as neon lights of every color flickered without pause.
"Whether a name sounds primitive and savage is, at its heart, a subjective impression."
Xu Xing strolled down the bustling street, his expression calm. Beast God Race members streamed past him, yet every one of them seemed not to see him at all.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hoverboards sliced through the air overhead, carrying several towering Beast God Race members whose scales were painted in every color. They laughed and horsed around with one another.
A Beast God Race mother stepped out of a softly glowing portal by the roadside, holding her daughter's hand.
The girl looked up at the sky, her pale golden eyes full of curiosity.
"Mom, what's that?"
The Beast God Race mother hurriedly shielded her daughter, her gaze fixed on the others with open disgust.
"They're trash, sweetheart. They aren't normal beasts."
"..."
Xu Xing looked away.
A prosperous, bustling city, with space-transmission technology that was already widespread and fully developed—and this was only the surface...
In terms of everyday