Exploring the Offering Tomb, Laying Plans in Secret

Several cultivators captured the key phrase in an instant.

A hidden hand.

Can't win.

They exchanged glances, a flicker of excitement passing between them.

They had caught some crucial information!

Their team would likely take the lead by a wide margin during the tomb-raiding operation.

That was what they thought, unaware that Bai Xingling, the favored child of destiny, had already grasped the core information and successfully made his getaway, happily running back to stockpile supplies.

"Senior."

They approached this ancient Ember Old Ancestor.

The ancient ancestor of the crab race could be considered an extremely widespread species.

Although this race was not strong in battle,

it had astonishing adaptability and had split into hundreds of branches: desert crabs, sea crabs, river crabs.

If nothing unexpected had happened, they had all split off from this sole ancient crab ancestor.

Thus, although they were weak, none of them dared to look down on him. They even felt that every ancient race's progenitor was worthy of attention and incomparably great.

"May I ask, Senior..." one cultivator began.

"Who are you?" Crab Old Ancestor was sprawled on the floor inside the house, tending to and washing his several crab legs.

"We're survivors from outside," one cultivator replied decisively.

They had thought that if communication failed, they might have to contact the young geniuses of the crab race, bring them here to acknowledge their ancestor, and build a connection.

Fortunately, this Crab Old Ancestor merely glanced at them and acknowledged their identities. "It's dangerous outside. The whole world is a dead land, yet you actually managed to join the last surviving tribe."

"Yes, it's dangerous outside," several cultivators answered.

According to the information they had gathered through subtle probing, the Offering was rampaging and slaughtering indiscriminately outside, destroying the world.

This was a survivor