Because there was so little information about the Monster Race, Su Xin actually knew less about them than the various tribes of the Northwest.
Yet now that he had witnessed a living member of the Monster Race in action, Su Xin felt a strange sense of familiarity.
The path of martial arts had not emerged from nothing. In its earliest stages, much of human martial arts had been created by imitating the Monster Race.
For example, the Dragon-Tiger Secret Path Scripture used by Lu Zonghai was founded upon the power of dragons and tigers. It surely contained aspects related to the Monster Race's cultivation methods.
Thus, the power of the Monster Race and human cultivation methods could, in truth, be considered to share the same origin.
Of course, everyone's attention was currently fixed upon the scene before them. None of the others had the leisure to feel as reflective as Su Xin.
Hu Qianqiu said that Lu Zonghai had grown old, but Lu Zonghai did not refute him. He merely nodded and said, "I am indeed old. But that does not mean your Undying Monster Soul cannot be destroyed. With my own power, is it enough to seal your Undying Monster Soul for ten thousand years?"
As his words fell, Lu Zonghai's qi and blood began to burn without cease. His hands formed an abstruse seal, and in an instant, the essence of the Dao filled the air. Amid dragon roars and tiger howls, even Lu Zonghai's primordial spirit began to burn!
Once Lu Zonghai had completely burned himself away, a hazy phantom appeared. It was Lu Zonghai's primordial spirit. Two golden cores inscribed with dragon and tiger sigils also floated before him. As Lu Zonghai's primordial spirit formed seals, the two Dragon-Tiger Golden Cores instantly transformed into countless talismanic