There should have been no dispute about this. In the course of a world's evolution, biodiversity was inevitable, but every world was bound to have its dominant species.
Just like the Phoenix Race's Seven Stars, the dominant species on Red Phoenix Star were the Red Phoenix Descendants. There were other creatures as well, but they either accepted the Red Phoenix's rule, became food, or served as subordinate lifeforms and nonliving materials.
Now that they understood whom they needed to save, the question became how the two of them were supposed to save them.
At present, the greatest difficulty for these primitive people seemed to be survival.
A bowl of foul-smelling mush was treated as a delicacy. One could imagine what kind of lives they had been living.
"Are we solving the food problem? But we came all the way down the mountain and didn't even see a blade of grass. Where are we supposed to find food?" Wu Meier raised the question.
If they still had all their abilities, the supplies Xu Kun had stored in Sixteen Bridges Bright Moon Night alone could support a hundred or so primitive tribes like this for a century without issue.
But the problem was that he no longer had those abilities.
"We may not know how to obtain food, but they definitely do."
The moment Xu Kun finished speaking, Wu Meier walked over to several people. After gesturing wildly for a while, she skipped back over. "Hehe, I found out."
Xu Kun paid her no heed, crouching before a stone slab and studying it carefully.
"Hey, I said I found out where to get food."
"Did you hear me or not?"
Seeing that Xu Kun was ignoring her, Wu Meier raised her voice.
"I'm not deaf. On the other side of the mountain,