On the third day, Zhang Xinyu said goodbye to Little Silver and her sisters with reluctance.
During these days, she had completely relaxed and hadn't realized how fast time had passed.
Taking control of destiny begins the moment one leaves.
Tang Feng smiled and nodded as he saw her determined eyes.
What lies ahead must be faced alone.
Aboard the Spirit Boat, Zhang Xinyu gazed at the magnificent mountains and rivers below.
Any mountain could overshadow Mount Everest, any river could dwarf any river on Earth.
This is a complete and ancient world.
If humanity were to settle here, their growth would perhaps be faster and better than on Earth.
Ancient Times.
The weakest were the humans.
But they changed their fate step by step with tenacity, fearlessness, and fighting spirit.
Through the efforts of countless ancestors, they created one magical Cultivation Technique after another.
And finally secured a place for themselves among the Ten Thousand Clans.
