Summit Farmer

"This is a beast control technique, and I’ll pass it on to you." Seeing the curious looks on the faces of the three women, Peter Brown tapped each of their foreheads with a finger. Since they were all his own female slaves, teaching them was no big deal.

Having received the transmission from Peter Brown, the three women looked excited, their eyes drawn to the White Wolf.

Seeing their desire to possess a fierce beast, Peter Brown could only shake his head. After guessing the situation with the holy energy, he no longer felt much attachment to the White Wolf he had subdued; if it truly was as weak as he suspected, it would soon be eliminated.

"Master, are there many fierce beasts undergoing mutations?"

Gabriella Graham asked, her beautiful large eyes looking at Peter Brown.

With a sigh, Peter Brown said, "If my guess is correct, this Heaven and Earth is undergoing a change, and a great amount of holy energy will be generated. Holy energy is no longer a big deal."

"Why is that?"

Moira Johnson asked puzzledly, looking at Peter Brown.

Peter Brown explained, "You should also know about the situation with consuming Holy Grass. The Medicinal herbs tainted with holy energy cannot boost one’s level very high after consumption; reaching a Hundred-Star Rank is the limit, unless there are refined elixirs. Otherwise, everyone can only reach this level. The Hundred-Star Rank seems to be a limit of the Divine Race, or maybe a transformation layer from a Divine Body to what I suspect is a Cultivation Body. Without breakthroughs, one can only remain at this level."

Addressing the three women, he continued, "You’ve seen Hundred-Star Level people. How long have they lived?"

"Their lifespans seem limitless, but their bodies are very weak. When the Thunder Tribulation arrives, most are annihilated." Gabriella Graham spoke.