The Inner World.
After Jianmu attained immortality and formally established the Spirit Race, the Myriad Races were born one after another, and living beings gradually grew in number.
As living beings multiplied,
conflict and slaughter became inevitable.
As for such matters,
Feng paid them no mind.
After witnessing the establishment of the Spirit Race, he seemed to have become obsessed, thinking of nothing but strengthening the Human Race.
For the sake of this goal,
Feng had barely paid attention even to his own cultivation.
But as the first member of the Human Race born between heaven and earth, his innate talent was already terrifyingly powerful.
Even without devoting himself to cultivation,
his strength still increased at a steady pace.
In just a few years, he had reached the tenth level of the Heavenly Being realm, almost at the heavenly being limit.
Yet the rise in his cultivation
brought Feng no joy at all.
He had discovered that creating more members of the Human Race was extraordinarily difficult.
"The Spirit Race came into existence because flowers, grasses, and trees existed between heaven and earth. But how exactly am I supposed to bring the Human Race into existence?"
Feng wandered aimlessly across the land.
Over the past few years, although he had not traversed the entire Inner World, he had covered more than half of it.
Along the way, he had encountered other living beings.
With some, he had fought; with others, he had forged a little friendship.
But even so,
Feng still had no idea how to proceed with the Human Race.
The Spirit Race had enjoyed the greatest possible advantage in its birth. Flowers, grasses, and trees already existed between heaven and earth; as soon as they developed intelligence, they could be counted among the Spirit Race.
Jianmu himself happened