Only by raising his own Taoist cultivation was the true path, and also the most reliable.
Within a few days, Qin Ming saw Alien Species slaughter their way into villages, and even savage beasts breaking into towns.
This stretch of highland was truly Wild, ordinary folk found it hard to live.
"The supreme ruler of the entire highland is an Old God. Every household must offer sacrifices to his Divine Position and show him reverence. But in recent years, the Old God has grown increasingly irritable, started slaughtering his believers, even devouring people on a large scale."
Two more days passed, and Qin Ming personally witnessed a bloody scene.
Dozens of miles away, violent currents of air surged. In the night sky, a withered, skeletal gigantic hand appeared, covering a fairly large ancient town beneath it.
Qin Ming stood on a tall mountain, gazing out, piercing the Night Fog. He clearly saw that hand, mottled with age spots, its fingernails like iron hooks, mercilessly descend.
