However, one thing made Wang Chen's brows crease in genuine concern.
Compared to before, the living beings inside the Garden of Eternity looked… sharper. Hardened. Their eyes carried a determination born only after witnessing cataclysm. Entire tribes—what few remained—moved with instinctive discipline. He saw humans practicing crude martial forms, punching the air with the awkward ferocity of newborn martial artists.
Even beasts were evolving at an unnatural pace. They weren't cultivating in the traditional sense, yet their bodies were refining themselves, perfecting their instincts. A few of them were even drawing qi unconsciously, tapping into the growing qi sea like young predators discovering a new tooth.
In all, one terrifying possibility took shape in Wang Chen's mind:
The Garden of Eternity might soon give birth to true cultivators.
His face stiffened.
Cultivators… living inside him?
A shiver crawled down his spine.
