Chen Xun's gaze drifted once more through the Temporal Void Realm.
In this ancient era, women of the Human Race held lofty status. They had nurtured the Human Race, and they were also the Human Race beings who had sacrificed the most—just as those women of the Fushi Sect lay with men.
Ying Xiao's parents had gone out hunting. After obtaining a fortuitous opportunity from the remains of demons and fiends outside, they died.
Those cultivation arts had been brought back by a wind wolf. From that day onward, Ying Xiao became taciturn, turning into a corpse hunter who might drop dead at any time.
He wanted to become strong—strong enough to shelter his tribe for a thousand years.
The Void Refining Realm alone would be enough...
Though such a thought seemed simple and laughable to the powerful races, for races that served as blood food, it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens. The environment of the Cultivation World in this Great World would not allow them to rise, nor would it allow them to resist.
Within the Thunder Battlefield, Ying Xiao crawled toward the Demon Burial Grounds, his flesh a mangled mess. However demons and fiends gnawed on living beings, he gnawed on beings of other races. And because of that, fear vanished from his heart.
But the Nascent Soul Realm seemed to be his limit. He could not touch the threshold of the Spirit Transformation Realm. He had no cultivation abode, no Spirit Vein, and no guidance from seniors. He knew nothing whatsoever about alchemy and the like.
For a small tribe of a thousand people, merely surviving had already exhausted the full strength of everyone.
Compared to the Human Race's future and the grand designs of heaven and earth that Chen Xun saw, Ying Xiao