Yunxi's eyes flashed. Drawing on the retrospective power she possessed as the Heavenly Dao, she saw all that the last Shaman had done. Clearly, Yun had suffered immense torment of mind and spirit when she returned to heaven and earth.
Even without the deliberate suppression of Yunxi's Heavenly Dao, those children who had once received the Shaman's teachings had ultimately met a dead end. They were not Shamans in the strict sense and had not received recognition from her, a Heavenly God. Thus, they all bore descendants and selectively taught their offspring certain Shamanic skills.
As a result, when the Ice Age ended, these people suffered the heaviest casualties. The only one who knew the reason was the woman before her. On her deathbed, Yun had told everything to the heir designated by the clan chief.
Not long afterward, Yun and the clan chief returned to heaven and earth. Watching her clanspeople decline and die such miserable deaths, Xi ultimately could not bear it any longer. She used the sacred relic Yun had left behind, hoping to win her clanspeople who had inherited the Shaman's legacy a chance to live.
Looking at the stubborn woman before her, Yunxi sighed and said:
"I understand."
After all, it was a promise she had made. Lowering her eyes in thought, she took a small piece from the Jianmu Tree of this world, carved it into a wooden token, and used a spatial expansion technique to transform it into a space capable of holding living beings. Looking at the familiar patterns upon it, she gave a bitter smile.
"So everything was fated long ago."
With that, she sent out the wooden token and explained:
"There is a space within this wooden token that can accommodate living people. Only those of the Shaman lineage may