Li Qian was profoundly shocked. He had known for some time that as he grew stronger and continued to explore, the true nature of this world would slowly reveal itself to him. The fog obscuring his vision would gradually dissipate.
As it turned out, he was right. He just hadn't expected the truth to arrive so quickly, catching him somewhat off guard.
Of course, to be precise, what he was seeing wasn't the whole truth of the world. At best, it was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Even after the vision transmitted by the remains of the powerful Rong tribesman faded, Li Qian couldn't calm himself. The wretched cries of the canine Pet Beasts before their deaths, the agonized howls of the Rong People in their final moments—it all seemed to echo in his mind, refusing to fade.
'For that Rong ancestor to give his life just to pass this vision on to me... it must mean something incredibly important.' Li Qian mused, rubbing his chin as he muttered to himself.
