They had survived until now only because of that cultivation Old Ancestor.
There were actually villages in other places too.
Driven by Da Qian's crushing taxes and all manner of oppression, they had fled into the wilderness to survive.
Every year, many people moved here in search of survival.
But within five or ten years, they would all be devoured by beasts, demons, and monsters.
Humans possessed wisdom and were invincible in nature.
The problem was that this was not nature. This was a place with supernatural powers.
The wisdom of human groups also had its limits.
Because they had a cultivation Old Ancestor, they had managed to reproduce with great difficulty.
But as that cultivation Old Ancestor died of old age, the inheritance he left behind...
Few people learned it, and their cultivation was inferior to his.
The saying that each generation surpassed the last...
Only applied to relatively large populations.
In a relatively small population, decline was the most normal outcome.
Cheng Lan understood this matter rather well.
Earth had some relatively civilized Tribes that fled to remote islands, only to gradually decline in the end because the islands were small and resources scarce.
Once the resources were exhausted, their civilization and technology declined along with them.
In the end, they became savages.
Even their writing disappeared.
Their situation was the same now. As their population dwindled, fewer and fewer people could learn spells.
That left them unable to withstand even more disasters, forming a vicious cycle.
A few hundred years from now, their final fate would probably be the same as those villages that had vanished long ago.
At this moment, Cheng Lan used the female bodyguard to ask them:
"Since this place is so dangerous, why don't you return to Da Qian?"
The village chief gave