After escaping Star Valley, Tu Hu led the little band of only a few dozen remaining members on a long migration.
They searched for a land of hope where they could rekindle the fire of civilization.
The cooking smoke of their homeland became ash and frost settling on their shoulders, and boundless desolation replaced the familiar fertile fields.
On this long journey, they crossed the Coldwind Mountains, feeling bitter currents of cold scrape their bodies like blades.
On steep cliffs of ice, Tu Hu punched a path through, allowing the tribe to press on.
They crossed the Golden Grassland, where deadly quicksand and packs of predatory beasts lurked beneath the seemingly tranquil sea of grass. Again, Tu Hu fought desperately to save them, bringing the tribe back from the brink of death several times.
They also trekked through the Weeping Desert, where temperatures varied enormously between day and night, and there were no water sources nearby.
Tu Hu taught them to extract life-sustaining water from drought-resistant plants.
This cruel journey was also like a furnace.
Youths who had once sheltered beneath their parents' wings now had to grip their weapons and face the glowing eyes in the darkness during night watch.
Death and growth silently alternated within this tiny band.
This was also the first time they truly understood the vastness and danger of this world.
At the edge of the Golden Grassland, they witnessed the aerial city-states of the Winged Beast Tribe. Those winged intelligent beings rode the air currents, casting intimidating looks down at them as they traveled along the ground.
While crossing a deep canyon, they encountered the subterranean Crystal-Eyed Tribe. These creatures could shake the cliffs with their bodies alone, driving them into a desperate corner. Only Tu Hu's fight with his battered body ultimately won