After learning that Qin Sheng and Ye Fan were locals of Earth, Shennong had no intention of meddling further.
Dominating the world and spreading faith were trivial matters, not worth a Quasi-Emperor's concern.
After all, they were his own people, not cultivators from beyond the stars causing trouble on Earth.
During the ancient era, heroes had risen everywhere. From minor cultivators to Quasi-Emperors, all had fought in wars. There was nothing Shennong had not seen.
Even if he suspected that Qin Sheng might also be an Emperor Corpse that had gained sentience, Shennong would not do anything to him because of it.
If he had been the young Shennong, his ambitions soaring higher than the heavens, he might have wanted to test himself against Qin Sheng. But after living through several thousand years, Quasi-Emperor Shennong had long seen through worldly affairs and evolved into a venerable elder of great virtue.
Whether or not Shennong now possessed Hengyu the Great's memories, he must have already understood his own situation and known his origins.
If Qin Sheng was an Emperor Corpse that had gained sentience, Shennong would not attack out of respect for the ancient Great Emperors. If Qin Sheng was not one, Shennong would be even less likely to harm him simply because a junior cultivated at an astonishing pace.
"Now that you have returned to Earth, Senior, where are you cultivating?" Qin Sheng asked curiously.
"Jiang River. You should know of it," Shennong replied.
The Jiang River and Ji River from the ancient era had still not run dry. They had merely been concealed by supreme formations, and later generations of cultivators could no longer find them.
"How could we not have heard of such a renowned place? To be fortunate enough to become your cultivation ground, Senior, it must