A Decayed Smell?
Did this mean that they had all lived from that era until now, while he had crossed over in one step?
Jiang Qiao did not explain.
Lu Jingyi mentioned it briefly but did not continue the topic.
Instead, he said:
"Young friend, you may not know this, but the survivor villages in the Supernatural World have grown more than tenfold over the past ten years. There are now ten thousand of them. But after reaching that number, their growth stopped."
"Those villages are home to tens of millions of Blue Star humans."
"Together with the few remaining Safe Zones on Blue Star, they form the final embers of humanity on Blue Star."
"Most of those villages are struggling on the brink of life and death."
"They either choose to form alliances and band together for warmth, or submit to some native forces in exchange for temporary peace. The Ancient Villages have also sheltered many villages."
"But now, only thirteen Ancient Villages remain, and many of them are barely strong enough to protect themselves."
"So they can only offer protection to nearby villages."
"If they are too far away, there is nothing they can do."
"Thus, those villages in remote regions that are not strong enough and have no one to protect them can only fend for themselves."
"Everyone with principles has died."
"Those who remain have begun worshiping evil spirits, becoming the source of the evil spirits' Path of Incense and Fire."
Lu Jingyi spoke slowly.
His tone was somewhat heavy.
Jiang Qiao listened silently without offering an opinion.
He knew how difficult things were for the survivors. Many villages were living from day to day. Although they had the protection of sacrificial spirits, the range of that protection was limited, and the sacrificial spirits were only