Daochen did not need to go over to know what would happen next. They would each enter a physical body, their souls and consciousness would return, and the life experiences recorded long ago would be loaded into them.
No wonder no one could find any flaws in the Ancient Barbarian Race.
Even their souls were fabricated. How could anyone find a flaw?
He remained hidden for who knew how much longer.
That place of radiance gradually dimmed, finally becoming a pitch-black expanse.
This was precisely the moment Daochen had been waiting for. He did not believe these fellows would keep shining like that forever. This was Chaos, after all, an extraordinarily dangerous place.
Daochen figured there should no longer be any danger and cautiously slipped inside.
As he entered, he felt as though he had passed through a world's barrier.
Then, when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a Spatial Blessed Land.
This was probably some special, independent space.
It did not look very large, spanning only a few million square meters. There was only one kind of living being here. They were cultivating, and they were using soul power to do it.
They were the very old men he had seen walking earlier.
And there were clusters upon clusters of little old men here.
This was probably the true face of the Ancient Barbarian Race.
What amused Daochen most was that these fellows did not seem very powerful. They were merely at the Immortal realm.
"My friend up ahead, you've watched long enough. Would you come over for a chat?"
A voice suddenly reached Daochen's ears.
This surprised him somewhat.
Daochen turned to look. A being radiating a sacred aura was sitting upon a throne.
Daochen was speechless. A Saint Realm Expert-a Saint Realm Expert clinging to