Shepherd Star Tribe.
They were a powerful race that led and created the Galaxy Universe.
When the figure of Xing Yi appeared, the surrounding stars trembled with him.
It was the resonance of power.
Or rather, the resonance of power levels.
As Xing Yi stood up, he looked around, his face revealing a trace of sadness.
"My Shepherd Star Tribe has probably vanished in the river of time by now..."
Even with Xing Yi's power, he could not sense the breath of his own tribe.
When he originally fell into slumber, he knew that the Shepherd Star Tribe had reached its end.
Turning his head to look at Han Muye standing before him, a flicker of excitement passed over Xing Yi's face.
All of the Shepherd Star Tribe were in slumber, but they were not extinct, not fallen.
They were all waiting.
Waiting for the day when the master of the entire Shepherd Star Tribe would awaken them.
