In an instant, Fang Yuan's pupils contracted, shocked by his own deduction.
But after reaching this conclusion, Fang Yuan pondered repeatedly in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable everything seemed, aligning perfectly.
Otherwise, how could one explain the rapid growth of the boss?
The speed at which his cultivation advanced was truly astonishing—it was not just running, it could be called flying.
Don't tell him anything about noble bloodline or extraordinary talents.
In his past life, he was a generation of Demon Monarch, who had seen the world. What kind of geniuses had he not seen? Not killed? Not devoured?
But in his view, these geniuses simply couldn't compare to the boss.
What era is it now?
The early period of Spiritual Energy Revival!
