Qingcao gently swayed, the silver creek shimmered.
Wu Hen felt that this plain had a special color, almost like the glaze in ceramic craftsmanship.
The distant mountains overlapped, their colors distinct, yet exuding a sacred and serene spiritual charm.
The nearby tribe felt primitively pure, but it gave an inexplicable yearning, as if this return to the primal nature was already embedded in every human's genes. Whether they cultivated immortality or trekked through the stars, they always kept this piece of serene land in their hearts.
Wu Hen couldn't quite put it into words; it was just as the middle-aged man had said, preserving the ancient heritage of gathering and hunting, living on endlessly. But it was different from the primitiveness and backwardness recorded in books, their faces weren't worn from survival's fatigue and slaughter, nor did they lack spiritual wisdom...
What a special otherworldly realm.
Wu Hen observed while following the middle-aged hunter as they bypassed the Qingcao Creek Village.
"Chong Hua, did you come from upstream? Did you see any beasts dead over there?" a woman from the village called out loudly.
"The creek water today has a strange smell, maybe the water source is contaminated."
The middle-aged man clad in beast clothes exchanged a glance with his son and quickened their pace.
Wu Hen, hearing this too, hastily kept up with the father and son!
The three of them safely left Qingcao Creek Village, heading towards a location near Red Snow Mountain, where another village of similar size, housing around a thousand people, resided.
"Our Scroll Realm is situated within overlapping otherworldly realms. The borders include the Demon Realm, the Holy Country, the Divine Star, the Strange Realm, and the Otherworld... so each year a few celestial meteors streak across, whether they are defeated contenders, powerful fallen, or the dead bodies of the Heavenly Light. But frankly, angels like you are rare. I'll help you blend in with our Ancient Clan, you can either integrate into our lives or take a short rest before continuing your journey. Our ancestral teachings command us to treat you Meteor People kindly," the middle-aged man in tiger clothes said.
"Thank you very much. You are the most friendly and simple people I've encountered in this otherworld," Wu Hen replied.
"There's one more important thing I must make clear. We here do not revere force internally, so no matter how mighty you are outside, it is best for those who fall from the sky to restrain their power here..." the middle-aged man in tiger clothes continued.
Wu Hen immediately nodded.
This place was primitive and pure, using power beyond nature here would indeed be unfair to those who adhered to humanity's earliest ways, and it would desecrate their reverence for nature.
The scenery was beautiful, and the people were kind. No matter how strong one was, they should maintain the proper reverence and respect.
Adapting to local customs, Wu Hen carefully concealed his inadvertently exposed Holy Body Dominance to avoid startling these pure Human Clan.
Upon entering the mountain village, Wu Hen found that the appearance of outsiders was not a rarity. Many children even gathered around, chattering and asking where Wu Hen came from.
The atmosphere was very amicable and harmonious.
Wu Hen felt like a university student returning to a long-missed countryside. Some were curious, some inquired, but most were kind and enthusiastic, without disrupting their original lives.
"Rest up, tomorrow you must join me and my son in the hunt. Here, labor is essential; we're hospitable but don't like lazy guests," the middle-aged man in tiger clothes said.
"No problem, I also need a place to readapt," Wu Hen replied.
Indeed, his power had entirely waned.
Returning to this newbie village to train was very suitable for his current weakened state.
His senses were still intact, especially his taste. It wouldn't take long to recover the lost energy through eating.
The only concern was that the creatures here were too primitive, just beasts without much spiritual wisdom. The recovery would take a long time.
On the way here, aside from the beast dogs, Wu Hen hadn't seen any more powerful species...
"Hey, why is there someone tied to a post over there?" Wu Hen saw a person tied up in the clearing in the middle of the village.
"Oh, that's tomorrow's meat, drying out the dampness and removing the gamey smell. Sometimes when the weather is bad and hunting is hard, we have to eat people," the middle-aged tiger-clad man said with a laugh.
Wu Hen's face changed upon hearing this.
No way, just when he thought this place was pure and primitive, it turned out to be this primitive?
"Dad, stop with the boring jokes!" the young man immediately complained.
"Hehe, it's really nothing, that person is like you, an outsider, but he didn't join us men in hunting and acted autocratic. So, the elder ordered him tied up and starved for a while to see if he'd stop being lazy," the middle-aged tiger-clad man explained.
Wu Hen sighed in relief, thinking he'd stumbled into a cannibal village.
Fortunately, the person tied up in the middle wasn't surrounded by garlic, onions, or strange stuffing.
"Father, brother, you're back!"
A lively tanned girl with a ponytail flitted out from a wooden hut like a butterfly, cheerfully.
The little girl's eyes were jet black, with a delicate face. Though her skin wasn't snowy white, it still radiated a youthful healthy glow, blending tenderness with a hint of heroism, merging cuteness and beauty.