"Is this Entering the Microcosm...?"
Zhang Rongfang had never experienced this strange feeling before.
Previously, dealing with those bloodlines, he only knew of their existence without understanding their essence, merely using them.
But now, he seemed to see the fundamental nature of the world.
'It's a pity... Martial arts is not the path I'm taking. Entering the Microcosm, even if the abyss transitions from infant form to juvenile form, will have similar accompanying effects.'
'Now it seems, with the Blood Race, the demons, and the Netherworld being used as Hell, along with other chaotic bloodlines, my journey into the abyss direction has a very high possibility.'
Zhang Rongfang landed far away on a small hill.
Here, a group of mountain thieves with ragged knives and axes surrounded a merchant caravan.
"If you know what's good for you, hand over the money quickly, and those women, we want them all! Otherwise, hahaha!"
