"What? Weren't you blaming me just now? Weren't you cursing me just now?"
Ye Lin held Dijiang in one hand, a teasing smile on his face.
At Ye Lin's words, Dijiang shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"How could that be? Boss, you must have misheard. How could I possibly say something like that? Boss, you definitely misheard. Definitely."
After Dijiang finished speaking, Ye Lin gave an "Oh," then set Dijiang on his shoulder.
He had just examined Dijiang's body and learned something that deeply shocked him: Dijiang's foundation was simply far too profound.
It surpassed that of every living creature Ye Lin had ever seen. Within the Spirit Transformation realm, no one possessed a stronger foundation than Dijiang.
Ye Lin's guess had been correct as well. The reason Dijiang possessed such a terrifying foundation was that he had accumulated it over countless millions of years.
Dijiang had suppressed his cultivation for countless millions of years, all so that once the immortal fluid had accumulated to a certain extent, he could absorb it and break through.
After accumulating for countless millions of years, the depth of his foundation was easy to imagine.
If not for this, given the monstrous talent of an ancient ferocious beast, he would likely have entered the realm of immortality long ago.
The Human Race was weak because its cultivation cycle was long, and Human Race cultivators were at a disadvantage in combat compared with most other races.
Only peerless figures among the Human Race who could be called heavenly prodigies were able to contend with the descendants of those powerful races.
And only the truly peerless monsters among the Human Race could compete with those so-called divine beast hatchlings. Yet though the Human Race was weak, not only had it not been exterminated, it had