Coming back to himself, Lin Changqing raised both hands and helped everyone to their feet.
As it happened, the people of this tribe were the only humans he had met in all these years besides Xuandu.
Xuandu was cultivating under Taishang, who had cast off all emotion. Xuandu barely seemed human anymore.
Only now, seeing these people, did Lin Changqing feel a trace of kinship.
Without thinking, he began chatting with them.
That was when he learned they had originally been a great tribe on the coast of the East Sea, numbering well over ten billion.
But the coast of the East Sea was teeming with demons, so the tribe had decided to migrate south. The one leading them was one of the first Humans, the strongest among them—a member of the innate Human Race.
They had decided to move south ten thousand years ago.
During the journey, many fell behind for various reasons, or simply chose not to continue south. They settled where they were and formed tribes of their own.
This million-strong tribe had stopped three thousand years ago. At first, they had numbered only forty or fifty thousand. It had taken three thousand years for them to grow to a million.
As for the great tribe they had once belonged to, it had left three thousand years ago. No one knew where it was now, or whether it had settled somewhere.
Lin Changqing nodded. At least now he knew where the main body of the Human Race had gone. He had a general direction to follow, and a lead to pursue.
Without wasting any more time, Lin Changqing continued on his way, heading south. The million-strong Human tribe was safe now.
White Tiger possessed the strength of a True Immortal, making him powerful among the demons Lin