Seven days later, Lin Fan discovered a river of "lava." Just as he had understood, this was the Solar River, with wisps of solar essence rising from it.
Here, he encountered the Solar Tribe. There were not many of them, and some still bore wounds, clearly having just survived a great battle.
Moreover, this region lacked powerful experts. There were no beings who had ignited their divine fire, nor any Great Churches or Dao Lineages.
Every one of them grew wary at Lin Fan's arrival. After all, they were in poor condition now.
"I mean you no harm. I only want to ask you about a few things," Lin Fan said calmly.
Afterward, he even healed several of their gravely wounded, earning the Solar Tribe's friendship.
He learned that the tribe had been attacked by the Golden Crow Tribe not long ago and suffered devastating losses.
"At the end of the Solar River stands Purple Mountain. The river flows out of the void above its summit. Unfortunately, that place has now been occupied by the Golden Crow Clan."
An elder sighed. The solar essence there was the richest, surging forth in billowing waves, making it the ideal place for fire-aligned beings to cultivate.
Lin Fan also learned that this tribe had fled to the Lower Realm after suffering defeat in ancient times, hoping to preserve a spark of their lineage.
Yet, unexpectedly, the Golden Crow Tribe had refused to let go. Some had pursued them into the Lower Realm and put down roots here, continuing their confrontation to this day.
Lin Fan was astonished. Just how deep did the hatred and resentment between these two tribes run, for it to persist into this era? How ruthless!
He surmised that the Taiyin Body and Sun Body of later ages might have