Fantasy+Beast Control+Interstellar
After ten years of silence, I was scolded as a "daddy's waste" and was looked down upon by my tribe.
They laughed at my special physique and the shame of my family, but they didn't know that I could already practice cultivation.
There was a clan competition, and I took the stage with one sword and one person, and all the former geniuses were on their knees.
The sword light rises and the stars tremble. The ancestor was horrified: "Your cultivation level...?!"
