Lu Li had wanted to ask the Gatekeeper a few more questions, but the Gatekeeper had returned to kneeling where he had been before. No matter how Lu Li questioned him, he would not speak again.
Left with no choice, Lu Li could only follow Ji Hong out of the tribe's hidden grounds.
Returning outside truly felt like entering another world. Who would have thought that such an ordinary-looking human tribe concealed an unparalleled expert within it?
The Gatekeeper might also have been the only native human in this world who still retained a human heart while wielding powerful supernatural strength.
After meeting the Gatekeeper, Lu Li understood that humans in this world were not incapable of acquiring supernatural power. Rather, over the long passage of time, the methods for gaining such power had long since been lost.
Moreover, there had always been a contradiction in devouring aberrations. In the primordial era, human warriors could still risk their lives to hunt the first aberration. But in the present age, the humans outside had already become livestock in breeding farms. Even those humans active in cyber cities might not possess a sense of self.
Under such circumstances, trying to organize humanity to hunt aberrations and devour them to grow stronger was simply a fantasy.
Lu Li guessed that the tribe had once flourished and organized hunts for aberrations. But as the tribe's human population dwindled, the Gatekeeper had stopped passing down this system of secret arts.
Because that would have been no different from sending the tribe's remaining humans to their deaths, extinguishing the final spark of humanity.
As for why the Gatekeeper did not personally hunt aberrations and help the tribe's people gain supernatural power, Lu Li had no idea. Still, seeing the Gatekeeper stubbornly kneeling there without ever leaving