"Territory of the Mystic Beast clans?"
Ning Xiaochuan said, "Since when did Southern Frontier become the territory of the Mystic Beast clans? All I know is that this is human territory. Human Civilization is the true ruler."
The short, stout man burst into laughter. "Let's not discuss that for now. Come back with me first. I've only just transformed into a Ninth Grade Mystic Beast, and this is my first mission. I have to complete it. Give me some face and come back with me on your own, so I don't hurt you when we start fighting later and make things too awkward between us. The king said that all living beings under heaven are one family, and building the Great Wasteland depends on everyone. We're all the king's subordinates. I won't look down on you humans."
"Since all living beings under heaven are one family, may I ask this brother's name?" Ning Xiaochuan said.
"Chan Chu. Chan as in Buddhist meditation, Chu as in toad," the short, stout man said.
Ning Xiaochuan's heart stirred. He had already roughly guessed what race of Mystic Beast Chan Chu was!
A Mystic Beast capable of growing into the ninth grade could not possess an ordinary bloodline. Its ancestor must have been an ancient beast with great divine abilities.
Using "Chan" as a surname immediately made Ning Xiaochuan think of the ancient beast that had once followed the Great Ming Buddha—the Buddha Toad.
The Great Ming Buddha had cultivated a divine Buddha body, while that ancient beast had vanished from the world.
This was a mythological tale, and every Human Civilization in the Southern Frontier had similar records.
Even the Scripture Pavilion of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion contained only a few mythological tales concerning the Great Ming Buddha. He had lived hundreds