South of the Yellow River.
An auspicious cloud flew over. Gungun sat on it, eating spirit fruit and drinking beast milk. The constant smacking of his lips gave Qiru a splitting headache.
The bear's mouth had not stopped working the entire journey. If Qiru remembered correctly, Gungun had still been asleep when he went to Mount Buzhou. In other words, this fellow had started eating the moment he woke up-and eaten so much, too. Heavens, did he never get too full?
"We're here. Yawn... Let's head down." Gungun glanced below, yawned, and spoke to Qiru.
"Mm." Qiru nodded. Then the bear and the turtle jumped off the cloud together, landing firmly on their feet in front of the Human Race tribe that had settled here.
A tribe?
Yes. A hundred thousand years had passed, and the Human Race's population had soared. Their original territory could no longer accommodate them, so they began spreading out to different places, forming numerous tribes. This was the tribe founded by Luo, the first human Gungun had met all those years ago. Its name-the Youxiong Tribe!
Speaking of which, when Gungun first heard that Luo had founded the "Youxiong Tribe," he had been stunned for a long while. His Iron-Eating Beast instincts told him that the "bear" in "Youxiong" referred to him.
Delighted, Gungun had ordered his subordinates to send the Youxiong Tribe some gifts in celebration. Every thousand years, he also sent a bear here to look after their welfare.
"Ancestral Bear, why choose this human tribe? Shouldn't we go to the Nuwa Tribe? Isn't that the orthodox lineage of the Human Race?" Qiru asked Gungun, gazing at the Youxiong tribespeople in the distance.
The Nuwa Tribe he spoke of was formed by Feng Ling's descendants. Since Nuwa had bestowed the Nuwa surname upon