Yang Yan's figure flickered, and after several Instant Teleportations, he arrived on the immense body of the Heaven-moving Race cultivator.
Although he had seen the situation on this gigantic body from afar, getting closer still deeply shook Yang Yan.
He hadn't expected that the sweat on the body of the Heaven-moving Race seemed like towering trees, and the skin resembled cracked earth.
In the places where dense Spiritual Medicine originally grew there was now nothing but withered remnants.
Gazing upon all this, Yang Yan couldn't help but think of the ancient Huaxia legend of the god Pangu.
This body seemed like Pangu who created the heavens and the earth, with its blood and sweat turning into rivers, its skin into land, and its hair becoming towering trees.
Yang Yan secretly speculated, could it be that the great Pangu from ancient mythology was actually a Great Power of the Heaven-moving Race?!
Yang Yan was shocked by his own thoughts.
