Momo

The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; 
The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart.
A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...

Sage of Humanity

After pondering for a moment, Lu Ye had a vague suspicion.


But whether things were as he thought still needed verification.


He turned his head to look, and Dao Thirteen immediately turned around, using his body to block the roasted meat in his hand... he was afraid it would be snatched by Lu Ye again.


Lu Ye wasn't going to take it from him; he got up and walked to the side, took the bag of Spirit Rice previously given by the village chief, opened the bag, grabbed a handful of Spirit Rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.


Although the Spirit Rice was uncooked and hard to swallow, it was no problem for Lu Ye.


He casually chewed a few times and swallowed it, simultaneously activating the Bestial Gluttony Feast to expedite digestion, quietly sensing.


The mysterious force that confined his cultivation was noticeably dissipating faster.


Lu Ye raised an eyebrow; things were just as he thought.


Chapter 1007: Blood World?