With Ye Xiu's show of goodwill, communication with the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe became much easier.
From Nie Qing, Ye Xiu also successfully learned the origins of this place.
This place was called Endland.
It was an ancient world with a long history. According to legend, in an untraceable past, a great many races had once lived here.
As the years changed, the original races that had inhabited this land could no longer be traced. All that was known was that races had constantly perished, while new ones continually joined them.
"Why did these races come here?"
After hearing Nie Qing's opening, Ye Xiu asked his question.
Races and cultivators capable of opening spatial tunnels and traveling through them could not be weak. They had come here for a purpose, after all.
"Of course, because of this place's unique terrain."
Nie Qing pointed toward the sky.
"Mr. Ye, you came from a human small world. What did you sense here?"
Ye Xiu recalled the chaotic aura he had encountered upon entering, one that had nearly made him faint.
"Completely different auras are mixed together here," he said.
"That's right."
Nie Qing nodded.
"Although no one knows what race originally lived here, after so many years of travel back and forth, the corpses of countless different races have piled up here as well. Through the evolution of time, this unique geographical environment was born."
"The medicinal herbs that grow here can satisfy the needs of every race."
"In the mineral veins buried deep underground lies the accumulated afterglow of power spanning tens of millions of years."
"Not to mention the treasures left behind by the powerful experts who once fell here."
After hearing Nie Qing's words, Ye Xiu nodded.
It was not far from what he had guessed. Races had continuously poured