And here was a single boy, who had no manners. No money. No family. No talent in magic. In fact, he didn't even know who these people were. All he knew was that they were important by the way they were presented… but that was pretty much it.
All the way he was moving with a person on his back, but he did not expect to be carrying an adult whose martial arts realm seems to be higher than him.
Even though Resha had the cure, he was a regular cultivator. Meaning, every time he took on an Empyrean Tusk form, he was burning through Prana to maintain the transformation. That wasn't all. An Empyrean Tusk was a Gold Grade Pranic Beast.
At the bottom-most stood the Yoked Wyrm, a Beginner Iron Grade Pranic Beast, too weak to even comment about. It primarily relied on a diet of moss, soil, and tree bark, boasting one of the greatest fertility rates.