Chen Xun's gaze drifted through the Time Void Realm once more.
In this Ancient Era, the Nu Shi held high status among humanity. They had nurtured the human race, and they were also the human beings who had sacrificed the most—just as those Nu Shi and men of the Fu Shi Religion coupled.
Ying Xiao's parents had gone out hunting. After obtaining an opportunity from the remains of demons outside, they died.
Those cultivation techniques had been brought back by a wind wolf. From then on, Ying Xiao became withdrawn and taciturn, becoming a corpse hunter who might suddenly die at any time.
He wanted to grow stronger—strong enough to protect his tribe for a thousand years.
The Refining Void Stage alone would be enough...
Though such a notion seemed simple and laughable to the powerful races, for the Blood Food Race, it was harder than ascending to heaven. The environment of the Cultivation World in this great age did not permit their rise, nor did it permit their resistance.
Within the Heavenly Thunder Battlefield, Ying Xiao, a mangled mass of flesh and blood, crawled toward the demon Burial ground. However demons devoured living beings, he devoured the living beings of other races. Because of this, fear vanished from his heart.
But the Nascent Soul Realm seemed to be his limit. He could not touch the threshold of the Spirit Transformation Realm. He had no cultivation cave abode, much less spiritual veins or guidance from seniors, and he knew nothing at all about alchemy.
For a small tribe of a thousand people, simply surviving had already exhausted every ounce of everyone's strength.
Compared to the human future and grand plan of heaven and earth Chen Xun saw, Ying Xiao was merely an ordinary person. Being able to protect a thousand