Afterwards, as the discussion continued, it veered towards speculating on the origins of the mutation.
Much like the thoughts of those strong in Great Xia, the majority of the populace attributed it to Guardian Lin Ping'an.
Although the reasoning process was flawed, the result unexpectedly turned out to be correct.
In any case, whether by mistake or mere chance, it didn't matter.
As the instigator of all these events, Lin Ping'an didn't particularly care.
Just some minor mutations, which he was already aware of.
As long as they did not obstruct his ascent to the Martial Arts Peak, everything was but fleeting clouds.
Others benefited during this time, which could be seen as their fortunate encounter.
However, if some oblivious beings came to disturb, Lin Ping'an didn't mind removing these ants.
Meanwhile, in the vast and boundless Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, within the billions of miles of light film.
