A snap of the fingers.
The entire stretch of land began to heave and roll like a surging tide.
Gu Shen's expression shifted slightly. Wherever his gaze fell, Wind Snow shattered, and one "coffin head" after another bulged up. All of these were egg-sheaths incubating Low-level Travelers. Over endless ages of drifting and wandering, this tribe had evolved an unprecedented "tenacity attribute." They could endure burning at extreme temperatures, freezing in bitter frost and snow, and could even, when necessary, dehydrate and fold up their shells for preservation, drifting along with the land just like this.
But the price they paid for this was the sacrifice of "wisdom."
The low-level creatures of the Traveler Tribe reproduced at an astonishing speed…
But they could never awaken spiritual wisdom.
The High Order Life within the tribe, on the contrary, were not as "stubbornly tenacious" as they were.
But that did not matter—
