But while the upheaval at home was astonishing, with changes every day, things abroad were hardly peaceful either.
Wherever there were living beings, there was evolution.
In India, an ancient yoga master had seized a tremendous opportunity, undergone supreme evolution, and subdued a Beast King.
In the West, a peerless powerhouse had ascended the Sacred City and stood unrivaled under heaven.
A two-headed hound king with Netherfire burning across its body had also rampaged through the world, savage beyond measure. Fortunately, an Evolutionary who appeared out of nowhere defeated it before it could slaughter too many.
For a long time, the changes at home had been the most dramatic on the planet, drawing countless eyes.
But other regions could not be ignored. Storms were gathering there too, with astonishing force.
News came from the Vatican, for instance, that the Sacred Medicine Garden was about to open. Numerous Beast Kings and human powerhouses were watching it like tigers eyeing prey.
An island overseas even claimed that eight million deities had reincarnated as Mutant Trees to pass their Legacy to all living beings. Gods had descended upon the world.
When Chu Feng first saw the news, it gave him quite a fright.
Eight million Mutant Trees?!
There might not even be eight million Mutant Trees in the entire world!
Then Chu Feng caught himself. Right, if the whole world did not have eight million Mutant Trees, it would be a miracle if that tiny island nation did.
Even so, he was amazed. They really dared to brag without even drafting a story first.
Later, a correction arrived. They had checked with Sister Yangyang—no, with the island nation overseas.
It was not eight million. It was eighty million, nearly one Mutant Tree per person.
Chu Feng was shaken.
Only at the end did