As a soldier, he had long grown accustomed to separation and death, but his recent experiences still weighed on him.
At first, he had resisted the assignment. As he taught them, however, he discovered that these spirit beasts had a very endearing side, and he even helped name many of them.
Granted, the names were rather casually chosen: "Lucky, Fluffy, Good Fortune, Black Tiger, Little Black, Little Yellow, Lucky, and so on."
Thousands of years later, Qin Ming was still living very comfortably. No one could have imagined that the assignment he had least wanted to accept would become the greatest opportunity of his life.
He had more magical treasures and miraculous medicines than he could count. These resources were all gifts the spirit beasts had their descendants deliver as tokens of gratitude.
Qin Ming's greatest regret was that he had been far too casual when naming the spirit beasts back then...
He had saddled the founding ancestors of the continent's spirit beasts with incredibly embarrassing names.
The spirit beasts claimed they did not mind, but after secretly pummeling Qin Ming tens of thousands of times, they had let it go. Spirit beasts never held grudges!
Of course, all that came later.
At the moment, Qin Ming was hiding in the distance, watching the spirit beasts he had spent nearly a month with line up to undergo Tribulation Transcendence at the center of the continent.
Little White and Little Green, the first two to undergo Tribulation Transcendence, had some insights to share. According to them, Tribulation Transcendence hurt terribly, but the rewards were even greater. If they endured it, their genes would evolve again, and their abilities would increase a hundredfold.
"Besides, Tribulation Transcendence doesn't seem that hard. One lightning strike, and it's over."
Reality, however, differed somewhat.
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