"I say, Great Wu Xing Tian, does Great Wu Kuafu have some special preference?"
Following behind Xing Tian, Shen Gui could not help but ask in a low voice.
Xing Tian was slightly taken aback. "Special preference? What do you mean?"
"Like being closer to certain male clan members than to others?"
Xing Tian thought for a moment. "Now that you mention it, Brother Kuafu and Brother Hou Yi do seem especially close. But that is perfectly normal, nothing strange about it. After all, Brother Kuafu and Brother Hou Yi were Great Wus born in the same batch. They had known each other since very early on, so it is only natural for them to have a better relationship."
Hou Yi?
Shen Gui's body stiffened, and he froze completely.
Why Hou Yi?
And the two of them were childhood sweethearts?
Then what was Chang'e supposed to do?
Could it be that Chang'e took the elixir of immortality and ascended because of this?
All sorts of chaotic thoughts flashed through Shen Gui's mind, to the point that he paid no attention to Xing Tian's explanation at all.
Thus, Shen Gui followed Xing Tian back toward the tribe in a daze. Along the way, people constantly greeted Xing Tian. Especially the younger members of the Wu Clan—when they saw the giant beast's corpse Xing Tian carried, their eyes shone with admiration.
Within the Wu Clan, only adult clan members left the tribe to hunt, while Great Wus like Xing Tian took on the vast majority of the Wu Clan's hunting duties.
In other words, the old and weak members of the Wu Clan could live safely only because of the efforts of Great Wus like Xing Tian.
For a race, this was undoubtedly a very healthy model of development. Especially in the dangerous Primordial Wilderness, this model could minimize the loss of strength during a race's growth, allowing it to develop as quickly as possible.
Seen this way, there was a reason why the Wu Clan could rely on its own strength to embark upon the path of contending with the populous Demon Race for dominance over the Primordial Wilderness.
At the very least, the various tribes of the Demon Race were still plagued by all kinds of internal strife.
Setting that aside, after Xing Tian handed the giant beast's corpse to the tribe members responsible for processing food, he brought Shen Gui to his residence within the tribe.
The dwellings in the Wu Clan tribe were simple stone houses, no different from those in the Demon Race's cities. After all, stone and wood were undoubtedly the easiest materials to obtain, and stone was naturally sturdier than wood.
After entering, Xing Tian said carelessly, "Brother Shen Gui, make yourself at home."
As he spoke, Xing Tian took down a strip of something resembling dried meat from the wall, then somehow produced a large jar and placed it on the table.
Seeing Shen Gui's puzzled expression, Xing Tian explained, "It is homemade dried meat from the tribe, along with brewed wine. Brother Shen Gui, have something to eat first. When everyone gathers for dinner tonight, I'll give you a proper feast."
Hearing Xing Tian, Shen Gui paused. He picked up the dried meat on the stone table, his expression growing inexplicably wistful.
A meal?
Shen Gui could no longer remember how long it had been since he had eaten. Once cultivation reached a certain level, one could naturally refine the spiritual essence of heaven and earth to sustain oneself, making food unnecessary.
When Shen Gui first transmigrated, he possessed the body of a Chaos Demon God and naturally had no need to eat. After Pangu opened the heavens, when he awakened in the body of the Mysterious Black Tortoise of the Northern Darkness, he was already at the peak Quasi-Saint realm and still had no need to eat. Even later, after he used Mysterious Yellow Qi to reconstruct his physical body, he possessed Golden Immortal cultivation after taking form and likewise had no need to eat.
Therefore, strictly speaking, Shen Gui's most recent proper meal should have been his final dinner before transmigrating.
If his memory was correct, he had played games until midnight, made himself a cup of instant noodles, eaten them, and gone to sleep.
When he woke up, he had already transmigrated.
Slowly tearing off a piece of meat from the dried meat on the stone table and putting it into his mouth, Shen Gui found that he did not know what Demonic Beast it came from, but it was wonderfully chewy.
It would probably be delicious if a piece of meat like this were added to instant noodles.
Shen Gui thought this for no reason.
He suddenly felt a little tired.
Before transmigrating, he had been alone, barely scraping by through odd jobs online.
After transmigrating, a great calamity of life and death lay before him. He was still alone, with no one to rely on.
He could only struggle bit by bit on his own, to see whether he could survive this deadly tribulation.
The calamity of Pangu opening the heavens had ultimately passed in a muddle.
Because of Pangu's mercy, his Primordial Spirit had been preserved.
But what about this time?
That was right. Relying on the advantage of foresight, he had directly divided the main body of his Primordial Spirit. Even if the body of the Mysterious Black Tortoise of the Northern Darkness could not escape its fate of perishing, his true body would remain unharmed. He would merely lose an incarnation.
But what about the next time?
If another deadly tribulation came, could he still survive unscathed?
Below the saints, all were ants.
And these ants had to seek their own survival amid one great calamity after another in the Primordial Wilderness.
In these calamities, even figures as powerful as Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the Twelve Ancestor Witches would perish.
How many great calamities could he survive?
Inside the stone house, Shen Gui chewed the meat, but the aura around him grew increasingly dim.
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