"Fang Heng, our race has been destroyed time and time again, only to be reborn from the ashes of death. Through countless generations of cultivators, each rebirth has made us stronger."
"There can only be one who survives among the cultivators. That individual will become our new King."
Fang Heng ran his hand through his hair, trying to piece everything together.
From the moment he was being hunted by the spawn creatures, he had suspected that the Ouroboros within him was most likely connected to Xia Xi.
So, the environment he was in right now was extremely dangerous, and he could encounter attacks from other Ouroboros at any moment.
"What should I do?"
"Very good, Fang Heng, you've already learned how to seek help from your cultivator," Xia Xi paused for a moment, then continued, "Your current situation is more dangerous than you might think, but it's alright, I will help you. You should go to the Western District Federation."
"Go there for what?"
