Chapter 844 - There’s No Need To Be Afraid (2/2)

“Have you taken this route before?” asked Shao Xuan.

Based on the approximate map in his memory, they could reach the tribe if they flew in this direction but they must pass through the forest filled with fearsome beasts.

In the past, they used to enter the forest only from the tribe but now, they passed directly over the mountain range. Several large figures swooped past, they were giant mountain eagles like Chacha. Other than Chacha, who was an anomaly, most eagles loved the snowy peaks. Flying ahead, Shao Xuan saw the icy plains and snow on the tall mountains, similar to Eagle Mountain. This mountain range was just too long, he could not see both ends of it.

Melted ice flowed down and aggregated into streams, flowing down the valleys into a large river.

This river… is it the river in front of their tribe?

Is this the head of that river?

What was up with that edgeless large river from before then?

That’s not right, when Shao Xuan crossed the river, the ‘edgeless’ large river was actually not as wide as it seemed. He was just not as strong or experienced.

There were many secrets in this world, waiting to be uncovered. Just like how a long, long time ago, when the fire seed first appeared, if no one learned to control it, fire would still be a presence to be feared.

Shao Xuan saw a scenery he had never seen before as they flew along the river. In the past, they only entered the forest to hunt, departing from the village and only hunted in a limited area. The farthest he went was to Eagle Mountain. This time, returning to the tribe from this direction felt very different.

“Years ago, you departed from the Hui tribe, flew around the desert and took this route to Eagle Mountain?” asked Shao Xuan.

When Shao Xuan went to the other side years ago, Chacha remained in the tribe. He once flew to the Hui tribe and found some mates to head to Eagle Mountain together.

“Chirp—” answered Chacha, Shao Xuan guessed right.

Even if they had not been, the giant mountain eagles had a natural instinct towards their sacred land, they had a compass in their heads to tell them where to go. That was why eagles could always locate Eagle Mountain when they reached a certain age no matter where they were. It was their instinct, a faith embedded deep in their bones even though they had never seen their ‘ancestors’ before.

On the way back to the tribe, when Shao Xuan hunted in the forest, he often saw different fearsome beasts in the forest that reminded him of what he saw in the ancient past.

The disaster had changed the entire world drastically. Humans only thrived because they took their opportunity for themselves. If that did not happen, even if the humans survived the fire, they would remain at the bottom of the food chain. The world was cruel, one would only become prey if you were too weak.

After several stops, they finally arrived in familiar hunting grounds. Shao Xuan’s mood lifted.

The first time he held a stone knife and entered the forest, Shao Xuan had sensed that he would never be able to go back to his previous world anymore. He had been in Flaming Horn for many years. In the beginning, he felt indifference but now, he felt responsible for the tribe. Only Shao Xuan knew how this felt, everyone merely knew him as a person who walked out of the cave.

He could finally see Flaming Horn territory.

Behind him were cheering patrol guards, running excitedly.

In front, the shaman and chief were waiting with a crowd.

Within the Flaming River Trading Point.

Bei Mi was with his people in a yard he bought. After arriving here, Bei Mi had made a decision to buy a huge yard in the trading area, then assigned some of his people to stay here permanently. They were in charge of purchasing gemstones and anything that was rare on the other side of the ocean.

He was chatting with them when cheers erupted from the Flaming Horn tribe on the opposite side of the river. The cheers were so loud they could be heard over the bustling trading point.

A horn sounded while all the Flaming Horns ran hurriedly.

“What?”

“What is happening?!”

Newly arrived travellers were all confused, asking around for an explanation.

The people familiar with the Flaming Horn tribe quickly calmed down after the initial surprise. They pointed at the Flaming Horn tribe opposite the river. “I think the Grand Elder of the Flaming Horn tribe… the one no one knew where he went… is back.” He gave a look that implied ‘this happens very often, there’s no need to be afraid’.

In the man-made river around the trading point, a little pterosaur dropped a fish into the water as it looked up at the noisily chirping Withered Leaf Birds on the opposite bank. It spread its wings, then cried a few times at the water when it passed.

A few figures leapt out of the waters, their bodies soaring through their air in a bright arc, then landed in the water once more.

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(The End.)