After pondering the history of the Flame-Horned People for a while, Zhang Ming began to suspect that the creature described in the book was the Donkey-Headed Monster.
"It might have been some similar variant."
"The Flame-Horned People didn't even have the Breathing Technique back then. In theory, they would have had a hard time defeating a Donkey-Headed Monster."
He wanted to look up more ancient knowledge, only to discover that this single sentence was all that had been recorded.
Most ancient history had been lost. Besides, the Flame-Horned People had been on the verge of extinction at the time. The so-called "Soul-Separation Syndrome" had been nothing more than a minor ailment.
With monsters running rampant everywhere, the Flame-Horned People had hardly been able to spare any attention for such trifles.
"Are there really that many kinds of World Hunters..." Zhang Ming sighed and withdrew from the Memory Library.
He picked up the potted World Tree, which had only a single leaf and a single branch, and placed it on the table.
Settling into his seat, he took several deep breaths.
Then he pinched a little pale blue crystal powder between his fingers, its grains like salt, and sprinkled it over the World Tree's leaf.
He had accumulated several large mineral water bottles of this crystal powder, so there was no need to worry about wasting it.
The nearly withered leaf gave off a faint glow, absorbing all the soul ashes.
But before long, the little tree returned to its sickly appearance, looking as though it might drop dead at any moment.
"Stop playing dead. I know you can hold out for ages... The Black Tortoise Continent hasn't sunk after all this time. Who are you trying to fool?"
"How about this? I'll fertilize you every day so you can grow