As he spoke, the old man let out a string of sighs.
"That was how things came to this. By now, the beastmen have developed a successful grafting system, but grafted beastmen are neither Human Race nor Demon Race."
"As it has developed to the present day, the cultivation system is divided into third-rate martial artists, second-rate martial artists, first-rate martial artists, acquired martial artists, innate martial artists, grandmaster martial artists, great grandmaster martial artists, Heavenly Human Realm martial artists, Martial Kings, Martial Emperors, and Martial Sovereigns."
"According to what this old man has heard, our Human Race currently has only three peerless Heavenly Human Realm experts and one Martial King senior holding the fort."
"The Demon Beasts, however, have a full eighteen Martial Kings, with Heavenly Human Realm experts too numerous to count. Even the beastmen have one Martial King overseeing them."
"Through their peculiar grafting cultivation method, the beastmen's strength advances at a tremendous pace, but the drawbacks are obvious as well—they can easily lose themselves."
"That is all this old man knows. Many thanks, benefactor, for saving me and my pitiful granddaughter."
After listening to the old man's account, Ye Lin tapped on the table and fell into thought. This world was quite marvelous.
Originally, this world had been ruled by the Human Race, and Fortune had favored the Human Race as well. In the end, something—some force—from the Star River shone into this world, causing all living beings to mutate.
Yet while all living beings mutated, the Human Race alone, favored by the fortune of the Heavenly Dao, had been missed. In the end, the Human Race began dying in large numbers, and its fortune sharply declined.
Even the Heavenly Dao could no longer stand by and watch. It personally intervened, attempting to raise up the