[The Ten Suns in the Sky caused considerable harm to some small Wu Race tribes.
But the greatest victims were the countless ordinary Human Race people scattered across the Prehistoric World.
Day passed, and night fell.
In the collective settlement area of the Mount Tai Pilgrimage Team, the sound of Message Jade Talismans shattering rang out throughout the camp.
Yan Hao clenched the Jade Talisman in his palm as his father's voice came through amid the crackling of flames.
"Good thing we sent you away... You were the best prospect in our tribe... Being with the Saint Master, it was worth it."
His mother's distant, blurred voice said, "Hao'er... make sure you eat well..."
His little sister's crying abruptly stopped.
Shi A'tu crouched in the corner, listening to his father's rough, hoarse voice.
"The Oasis is gone, and the well has dried up. The Saint Master said that basket of melons was sweet. This old man's life was worth it."
Xue Wuhen had his back to the others, his shoulders trembling.
The Clan Elder laughed bleakly. "Finish your studies... then come back and make the snow fall again!"
The youths curled up in the night and cried for a long time.
But when dawn came the next day, some headed for the Experimental Field, some for the Alchemy Hall, and some for the Scripture Hall.
Their shadows stretched long in the morning light, like young beasts who had just learned to stand and walk, stumbling toward the light.]
The young Disciples present watched this scene and clenched the things in their hands. Quite a few had tears in their eyes.
These youths had narrowly escaped disaster, but the family members who had remained in their homeland had ultimately failed to survive this catastrophe.
Zhao Gongming watched those figures heading off