The uncanny—Ye Lin was very familiar with that word.
That was also thanks to the memories he had absorbed before.
At the same time, he knew all too well just how terrifying and troublesome the uncanny could be.
The uncanny were beings from beyond the Star River Cosmos. More precisely, they could not be called living beings—they were better described as monsters.
Their vitality was extraordinarily tenacious. Unless they were ground to dust and ashes at the very first opportunity, they would revive endlessly. Even if only a single speck remained, they could use it to be reborn.
And the uncanny's greatest trait was their ability to imitate all things. They could take the form of anyone or anything you knew.
And once they had copied something, not a trace of the disguise could be seen. Unless the gap exceeded an entire major realm, no one could tell them apart.
Legend had it that a very, very long time ago, the entire Star River Cosmos had erupted into a great war against the uncanny. That battle had nearly shattered the whole Star River Cosmos.
Countless experts fell. Primordial Unity Golden Immortals shed blood, Golden Immortals perished, and ten thousand Daos wailed.
Only after paying an immense price was the entire uncanny race exterminated.
After that battle, the cultivation system of the Star River Cosmos completely collapsed. Countless immensely powerful arts were lost, and because of this, the Star River Cosmos entered a so-called Age of Dharma Decline.
A single True Immortal could roam the entire Star River Cosmos, worthy of being called a true great power.
Even now, upon hearing those two words, Ye Lin felt profound apprehension in his heart.
It was no wonder these people were afraid. The uncanny were simply too wicked, too powerful.
After all, the