Before his eyes stretched a flat wilderness, where grass grew lush and orioles darted through the air. Various spiritual herbs stood more than a zhang high, and all sorts of demonic creatures emerged from them from time to time. Some were enormous, towering dozens of zhang into the sky, while smaller ones moved swiftly among the zhang-deep spiritual herbs, their backs barely visible above the grass and shrubs.
As for the spiritual herbs and poisonous plants, countless spiritual insects, venomous snakes, and the like were also active beneath them. The grasslands were by no means as peaceful as they appeared from outside. Instead, they were filled with the clashes between prey and predator.
In one corner of the vast wilderness, a group of bare-chested men with exceptionally sturdy physiques carried various crude, shoddy tools in and out of the grass. At the same time, several other men dragged out a few bloodstained prey animals.
These men looked extraordinarily robust and stood a head taller than ordinary people. The men had smooth, bald heads with a peak-like shape on top, making them look exceedingly strange, and their eyes were dark brown. They wore nothing but roughly made animal hides wrapped around their waists. The women wore animal-hide bandeaus as well. Their reddish-brown hair fell to their waists, and their glistening, shapely legs swayed beside the grass as they separately processed the prey brought back by the male hunters.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged on a cart pulled by a brown stone ox not far away. A thick bear pelt had been spread over the cart, without the slightest unpleasant odor. Several basins of fresh spiritual fruits sat before it, all gathered and brought over by the Page Stone Clan for Lu Xiaotian to enjoy. The story began several months