Ten Thousand Years of Struggle

A person's lifespan is only a hundred years, and he will grow old in a short period of time. He has no natural spiritual power and no tyrannical body. In the eyes of the Lingxi tribe, he is just an ant that lives and dies, a humble microorganism attached to the world. It is only qualified to thrive on the barren land. It will never set foot in the land of spiritual veins, and has no right to touch the great road of heaven and earth. This has been the case for thousands of years. The Lingxi Clan occupies 70% of the spiritual veins of the Cangxuan Continent, and has exclusive access to the aura of heaven and earth, as well as the magical medicine and fairy grass. The human race can only survive on the edge of the barren Gobi, barren hills, and miasma-filled swamps. Starvation and disease are rampant. They must always be on guard against the expulsion and hunting of the Lingxi Clan. According to the laws of the Lingxi Clan, a step into the Lingze River is a capital crime. It is like a human being who tramples an ant to death. There is no mercy. The elders of the Lingxi tribe often say: "Life is like morning dew, it is fleeting, why bother arguing with morning dew?" They have lived for thousands of years, watching the human race grow old, sick and dying generation after generation, and watching the human tribe rise and fall. They only feel boring and humble, and they have never taken this group of short-lived creatures seriously. They are obsessed with cultivating their original spiritual power and pursuing immortality. They disdain to pay attention to the struggles of the human race, let alone know that in their seemingly fragile flesh and blood, there is a toughness and edge that even heaven and earth are afraid of. Until that day, Su Xuan appeared in the human race.