A Palm Technique Descending from the Heavens

Zhuru looked at the human before it. Some strange beasts, upon seeing him, might have thought he was one of their kind, but Zhuru did not see it that way.

Even in the mythical age when strange beasts and humans had coexisted, there had been many powerful humans.

Though humans powerful enough to rival strange beasts had been few in number, they had existed. Some had left behind myths and legends, allowing traces of that mythical age to remain.

It was entirely possible that these powerful humans had survived, or left descendants behind, who had inherited the immense power they had possessed in the mythical age.

Thinking this, Zhuru felt much better. It had not been defeated by the weak humans of today, but by an expert from the mythical age—or rather, by the bloodline of such an expert.

The person before it was vastly different from fragile modern humans, yet he did not seem to know much about the mythical age. So he was most likely only descended from an expert, rather than an expert from that age who had lived through the endless years.

At the end of the mythical age, the strange beasts had deeply hated the dragons for betraying them because of humans. But they had not held a life-or-death grudge against humans before that.

Sometimes, strange beasts and humans had even been able to cooperate and coexist. Many myths about humans and strange beasts had been based on real prototypes and historical events.

So if it told this human some stories from the past, it could only be considered an exchange between an elder and a junior. It would not count as leaking secrets, betraying anyone, or surrendering under coercion.

Zhuru raised its head and gazed at the sea of stars overhead, the roaring river