He gazed toward the heavens, toward the starry sky, mysterious and boundless.
Xu Tong was drawing a map of the star regions where the Dragon Tribe was scattered, while sending his avatars into those regions to investigate without pause.
The Primordial World had begun with the Dragon-Han Calamity. Even if Pangu had split heaven and earth apart, Pangu was already dead.
What more was there to say?
Xu Tong was studying what made the Dragon Tribe so terrifying. Cowherd and Meng Po, Empress Dowager Dou, were living and cultivating here with him.
After coming to this Manor, they had, after all, come into contact with the Human Race.
Cowherd's cultivation could be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds. With a little enlightenment from Xu Tong and the spirit springs here, he could cultivate remarkably well.
There were Spirit Fruits, too.
Just what sort of talent for cultivation did Xu Tong possess?
Without even using the system, the tiniest bit of guidance from him was enough to make Cowherd lift his head toward the heavens and keep him busy for years.
Still, Cowherd's diligence in cultivation really was beyond what ordinary people could match. He could endure hardship without question.
When cultivating, he was even more willing to risk his life.
After following Xu Tong for these past few years, he already had the strength of an Earth Immortal. With a mere gesture, he could draw upon the energy in the air and condense metals from beneath the earth.
In other words, the legendary ability to turn stone into gold had appeared.
For someone cultivating this way, living among the Human Race was surely the ultimate destination. When he ran out of gold, he could simply extract some from underground and condense it in his palm. It was absolutely