Since Lu Li and the others now had very high attributes, traveling was no longer troublesome. In just a few hours, they crossed several city-states and returned to the tribe's location.
The tribe was gripped by panic. No hunters had gone out to hunt that day, and the tribe's several hundred people had all gathered in the forest outside the sacrificial grounds.
Lu Li led Aizen and the others down from above the basin, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
The crowd erupted into confusion, but fortunately, someone recognized Lu Li and his group, and the unrest soon subsided.
"Elder Ji, do you know what's going on?"
Lu Li looked up at the sky. At first, he and Aizen had thought this phenomenon was extremely dangerous, but a day and a half had passed, and aside from the gray mist obscuring the sky, nothing terrifying seemed to have happened.
Ji Hong gave Lu Li a meaningful look and led him to an unoccupied spot outside the forest before speaking. "It's exactly as the Gatekeeper described, but there are no related records within the tribe. Perhaps, when Doomsday came in previous eras, the tribe was unable to leave behind any records."
"That doesn't make sense. Since the tribe still exists, there must have been people who survived the previous era and rebuilt it."
Lu Li said this was something even he could figure out.
"Perhaps someone knew, but they left no information for later generations. The reason is easy enough to understand. If they had known this ending long ago, how many people would still have struggled to survive?"
Sorrow showed in Ji Hong's expression. He likewise did not know the purpose of the gray mist in the sky, but he understood that Doomsday was approaching, and they still had not found the