He traveled through time and became the young patriarch of the Xuanyang tribe, one of the three thousand human tribes. His cultivation level was still weak, and he could walk sideways on the earth, but he couldn't even be used as cannon fodder in the wilderness. Any tribe of the Monster Clan can trample the Human Race into mud, and the three ancestors who have piled up their merits to the Taiyi Golden Immortal are the ceiling of the Human Race. Fang Ming sat on a branch of a tree thousands of feet high and looked down: Those beasts in heaven are born as immortals, and even we, the earthly immortals, have to cultivate for tens of thousands of years - how can we fight this battle? In the distance, a Golden Crow was flying towards this side from the Sun Star.
