The chirping of insects filled the forest. Various bugs, about the size of a pinky finger, could be seen among the trees. Some, which fed on the wood, carried a faint trace of poison, while others, which lived on dew, exuded a somewhat sacred aura.
A thought suddenly struck Wang Meng. 'One of the essential truths of life is evolution. Take humans, for example. There are ordinary people, and there are Cultivators. Cultivators have different realms, which seem to be simple measures of strength... but when distinguished by their combat prowess, isn't that also humanity's path of evolution? It's the same for True Essence Beasts. Their advancement in rank is, in essence, also evolution...'
'So what is the force behind a Cultivator's evolution? The Five Elements Power...'
