Until Han Sen entered the fairyland-like continent, he still couldn't get the answer.
Immortal springs are flowing, clouds are shrouded, giant dragons are walking rampant, colorful phoenixes are flying together, and all kinds of exotic flowers, plants, rare birds and animals can be seen everywhere on this continent.
Han Sen glanced over and saw at least three deified alien species, including those of the plant type.
"This is too scary... No wonder the Taishang Clan can become the first race in the universe. There are so many resources here that even the Huangji Clan cannot compare with them... No... I should say there is no comparison at all... ...In comparison, the Huangji clan is nothing but a poor thing..." Han Sen was shocked beyond words. Along the way, there were countless powerful alien species, and deified alien species could be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests.
However, after flying tens of thousands of miles across the continent in a small boat, I saw countless alien species, but I didn't even see a single Taishang clan.
"Since our clan discovered this place in ancient times, our seniors have often brought back the alien species they discovered to breed. After countless billions of years, we have reached what we are today. It's just that our Taishang clan's reproductive ability is limited. It's so bad that there are less than two hundred clan members left today, so naturally they can't use so many resources, so they multiply more and more, leading to the current situation." Linglong said.
Han Sen now finally understands why the Taishang Clan has the confidence to cultivate powerful deified people. This place is simply a natural treasure house. With the resources here, it is simply a piece of cake to cultivate several powerful deified people.
Bao'er was lying on the side of the boat, her big eyes scanning the exotic flowers and plants from time to time. It seemed like nothing was out of the ordinary, but Han Sen, who knew her well, knew that she must have something up her sleeve.
The boat flew all the way, and he didn't know how long it had been flying. Han Sen always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the flow of time here, making it impossible for him to accurately judge the time.
Finally, Han Sen saw a group of palaces built on the mountains between the clouds and mountains. The mountains and the palaces were perfectly integrated. Between the clouds and mists, it was really like a fairyland.
"Linglong, are you back?" As soon as the boat landed at the foot of the mountain, a man from the Supreme Clan was seen stepping down from the stone steps leading to the palace on the top of the mountain.
Maybe there really is such a thing as outstanding people. People born in this fairyland-like place seem to be better-looking than ordinary people.
"Second Senior Brother." Linglong stepped off the boat and bowed slightly to the man.
The man waved his hand slightly, indicating that Linglong didn't need to be polite. Then his eyes fell on Han Sen. When he saw Bao'er sitting on Han Sen's shoulder, the man frowned slightly and said, "Third Junior Sister, why did you bring two of them back? Where? Which one is your silkworm?"
"His name is Han Sen, and he is the silkworm I chose. This is his daughter. Since no one is taking care of her, I can only bring her with me." Linglong explained.
The man nodded slightly, stopped looking at Han Sen and Bao'er, and said to Linglong: "Let's go, the altar is ready, and the contract can be made now."
Linglong responded, then turned to Han Sen and said, "Follow me, and don't stay too far away from me."
Han Sen nodded and walked out of the boat. As soon as he left the boat, he felt as if a huge mountain was pressing on his body, making his movements extremely slow.
"The environment in Tianwaitian is a little different from the outside world. Once you get used to it, you will get better." Linglong said to Han Sen.
Han Sen nodded and silently followed Linglong up the stone steps, looking around at the environment here.
"Junior Sister, why did you choose a Jing Clan instead of Gu Zhu from the Tian Clan? The Jing Clan's physical qualifications are very average, and their future achievements will be limited..." The man did not shy away from talking to Linglong as he walked.
"Why doesn't this guy look like a Supreme Being?" Han Sen wasn't angry and just looked at the man.
Different from the Li Ke'er, Bixi, and Linglong he had met, this man had a bit more of a worldly aura, not as indifferent as the people from the Taishang clan.
Linglong obviously just dealt with him casually and answered simply. She didn't seem to have much desire to communicate.
The four of them walked all the way to the mountainside, and saw a stone pavilion built on a stone platform in the middle of the mountain. The words "Half Life" were written on the plaque of the stone pavilion.
Han Sen didn't know what that meant, but he saw the man turned around, waved to Han Sen and said: "Come here, according to the rules of my Supreme Clan, you must have at least the ninth grade talent to continue. Contract, test your talent level here first."
The man didn't seem to know what Han Sen had already tested once. He walked to the stone pavilion and opened the stone jar on the stone table. He immediately saw a divine touch lying quietly in the stone jar.
"Feed a drop of blood to the Touch of God and then wait nearby." The man pointed at the Touch of God and said to Han Sen.
"Second Senior Brother, there is no need for the test. Senior Brother Bixi has already tested him with the Touch of God before. He has an eleventh-level talent and meets the standards of a silkworm," Linglong said.
"Eleventh-A talent? He is just a member of the Crystal Clan. How could he have an Eleventh-A talent? Isn't this a joke? That boy Bixi must have made a mistake. Let alone the Jingclan, even among my Supreme Clan, It is extremely rare to see people with eleven-level talents... This makes it even more necessary to test, lest you be delayed by wrong test results..." The man kept talking with his mouth like a machine gun.
Han Sen lazily continued to listen to his muttering, walked directly to the stone jar, stretched out his right middle finger, forced out a drop of blood, and fed it to the divine touch.
Linglong's eyes have been staring at the Touch of God. She also wants to know if there was something wrong with the last test, or if Han Sen really has eleven talents.
The man was also staring at the Touch of God. He did not believe that a Crystal Clan would have the talent of the Eleventh Armor. He just felt that something must have gone wrong during the test of Bixi, causing the test results to deviate.
Several people were staring at the God's Touch, but after the God's Touch absorbed Han Sen's blood, it started to move. They waited for a long time, but they didn't see the God's Touch move, even a layer of carapace. Didn't take it off either.
Linglong was a little stunned, and the man also felt a little strange. No matter how talented the Crystal Clan was, it was impossible for them not to shed even one layer of their carapace.
"Strange, is there something wrong with the Touch of God?" The man reached out and pressed the head of Touch of God a few times, and said doubtfully: "There is no problem. It's the same as before. How could this happen?"
"Feed it another drop of blood." The man carefully checked the divine touch and found that there was indeed no problem, then turned to Han Sen and said.
Han Sen also felt a little strange. Just as he said, he squeezed out another drop of blood and fed it to the divine touch.
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