After a not so difficult process of identifying its bloodline, Da Kun Xuan, who had completed the metamorphosis of its bloodline, finally returned to its own clan.
As a result, the gaze of these Da Kuns naturally fell on him. After all, their kinsman's transformation was inevitably linked to this seemingly insignificant human race, despite their lack of time apart from the clan.
In such a short period, the essence of life had undergone such a radical transformation and ascension, a change envied by every creature in the world, except for those powerful ones at the pinnacle of existence.
"Human Race, how did you do this?"
From the Kun Group, a giant Da Kun, also the eldest, bearing the traces of time on its body, inquired Feng Qing'an.
The substantial divine sense stirred the deep sea, the terrifying thoughts swept across the maritime border of Wan Li, it did not make any aggressive moves, but asked in an extremely friendly manner.
