Whenever Lin Tian encountered such things, he would lend a hand. After all, he was the Human Race Martial Ancestor, and protecting the Human Race was his duty.
When Lin Tian had first passed down the Great Dao, countless humans had been able to cultivate it. Now, each generation fell short of the last, and most could no longer cultivate the True Scripture of the Great Dao.
As a result, some human tribes had no powerful cultivators and suffered attacks from the Demon Race.
While traveling through the Primordial World, Lin Tian also paid a visit to the Jiuli Tribe. After a century of development, the Human-Witch Race had already produced a great many Human-Witches.
Human-Witches were already highly fertile when mating with humans, and with the Great Shaman Battle Art passed down by the great general, the entire Jiuli Tribe had developed rapidly and was managed in perfect order. Only after seeing this could Lin Tian travel through the Primordial World without a care.
On this day, Lin Tian unwittingly arrived at the former site of Mount Buzhou. The majestic, towering mountain had long since lost its former glory. Now, wreckage lay everywhere, with enormous boulders like fallen stars piled haphazardly across the land. The sight was utterly desolate.
Mount Buzhou had once been the most wondrous place in the Primordial World. How many people had obtained Spirit Treasures here? How many had tempered themselves within the mountain and grown stronger? Now it had become a field of ruins, and Lin Tian could not help feeling wistful.
Even if Lin Tian had not schemed to have Di Jun topple Mount Buzhou, some other change would have occurred. The mountain's fall had been decreed by fate.
Then Lin Tian began searching the ruins, looking for any magical treasures or extraordinary