The silent rhythm of that vast mass of flesh and blood made Frog Daoist's heart pound in terror, as though a grandson had beheld his ancestor—or as though it had encountered the natural enemy of its race...
He sat cross-legged beneath the Flying Waterfall in silence, yet seemed rooted in the earth itself, completely fused with this heaven and earth, emanating endless mystery and power.
Wasn't this the Innate Strength Dao Law?!
Frog Daoist's thoughts churned like stormy seas. It had long since been shocked beyond words...
At the dawn of antiquity, there had been no Immortal Dao. Those creatures with powerful bodies had fought madly with their flesh-and-blood forms, tempering themselves in battle. They had not been particular about any Immortal Dao Realm.
Chen Xun was unquestionably a genuine Qi Condensation Stage cultivator. Who would have thought he had conceived of such a method and set foot upon this Ancient Road!
The creatures of the present age no longer possessed the physiques of ancient creatures. They had to use their divine souls to refine their bodies, and the strength of one's divine soul was directly tied to one's Immortal Dao Realm.
It was simply impossible for them to elevate their physical realm without limit like those ancient creatures!
The countless billions of living beings still existing in the world had long lost such an ability. This was the choice of endless years, the irresistible trend of the age. No creature believed cultivating immortality was wrong; after all, lifespan was what truly mattered.
But Frog Daoist's knowledge was vast and profound. If some deranged cultivator from the Ancient Immortal Clan or another race wished to walk this path, it would not have been so astonished.
Yet Chen Xun was unquestionably a genuine human. This race was innately worthless, perhaps the