The air around them solidified.
Chen Xun's eyes widened so much they nearly burst from their sockets. He said nothing; his expression was the spitting image of Black Bull's.
A moment later.
Ke Ding drifted down beside Chen Xun in a daze, as though his mind had been battered into three bouts of concussion.
In an instant, countless thoughts surged through Chen Xun's mind, sparks of inspiration flashing like a sky full of glittering starlight. His bearing remained steady as an old dog's, but he asked in a focused voice:
"What Great Dao does the Life Race cultivate? Are there Immortal Realm beings among them? What is their current situation?"
He asked calmly, his gaze deep as still water. "I waited in the Immortal Realm for a full two hundred thousand years. At last, I have witnessed such a miracle..."
"Chen Xun, this is the Life Race's innate Great Dao." Ke Ding's expression turned solemn. "Within their bodies lies the Origin from when the Immortal Realm first opened heaven and earth. They are a race truly blessed by the Immortal Realm, much like the Primordial Ancestors of the Three Thousand Great Worlds during the Primordial Era."
"Do not speak of innate talent. That is too vague. I want to trace it to its source." Chen Xun's voice grew darker, carrying a chill. "Did you witness this with your own eyes?"
"With my own eyes, but..."
Ke Ding paused and lightly swept his sleeve. An image appeared in the void.
It was a mountain range. Within it stood a group of tall figures, the veins of mountains and rivers faintly visible beneath their flesh. Their hair flowed like cascading waterfalls and drifting clouds, dark green in color. Fragments of revolving seasons gleamed in their pupils, and phantom spirit plants bloomed beneath