Insignificant, like dust...
Having once received the inheritance of a True Dragon, Jiang Qiu possessed a perspective that transcended eras. He knew that above the countless Great Realms were clusters of world communities. Yet these world communities were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges—a single gust of wind could scatter them to oblivion.
The cycle of eras was nothing more than the rising and falling of the wind.
Under such circumstances, for the White Tiger Race to remain at its peak across numerous eras and be counted among the Ten Peak Demon Clans showed just how powerful they were. This remnant soul had just been reincarnated, yet it had already propelled itself to the late-stage Unity Realm and was still charging toward the Peak!
