"Very well. Elder Kalai, please lead the way."
Liu Di looked at the Proxima b people and nodded in return.
This planet was far too desolate.
For now—
The Ancestral Ruins of Proxima b were the only thing on this planet that might hold any value.
But Liu Di did not hold out much hope.
The backward Proxima b people likely would not understand Liu Di's technology even in ten thousand years. Meanwhile, Nanobots had silently scanned the entire planet long ago.
Its two sides, one icy and one scorching, contained nothing but solid ice and half-molten stones.
The twilight zone in between was where the Proxima b people made their home.
Liu Di had not even found a decent grave or ruin.
Yet countless Proxima b people began bustling about.
They brought out grass mats over half a meter thick and enormous cloth sacks, piling them into mountains. Then they selected thirty of their strongest tribespeople to carry the supplies.
Liu Di asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Kalai said gravely, "To reach the Ancestral Ruins, we must first go to the Extreme Cold region to collect ice. Only then can we withstand the scorching of the Extreme Heat region and finally reach the Ancestral Ruins."
Liu Di smiled. "With me here, we can skip those steps."
Elder Kalai shook his head in solemn refusal. "I know your technology is highly advanced, but going to the Ancestral Ruins must be sacred and devout. Otherwise, the ruins will not open their embrace to you. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Just follow our command."
Liu Di nodded.
The Proxima b people's attitude toward the Ancestral Ruins was like that of deeply devout believers. The rituals of Worship Day could not be changed, or they would feel that