At the center of the Fuxi Tribe.
Green grass spread like a carpet.
Inside a large tent.
Jiang Yang's father in this life, Eighth-Generation Fuxi, and the tribe's Great Shaman Zhu carefully questioned the survivors about the Nine-Headed Fierce Beast.
Great Shaman Zhu pondered for a moment, then said.
"From what we can tell, this nine-headed monster has no supernatural power. But its body is enormous. If the Fuxi Tribe forcibly exterminates it, we may suffer tremendous casualties."
"And there is no guarantee it won't attack us of its own accord."
"This puts our Fuxi Tribe at an extreme disadvantage."
After so many generations, the Fuxi Tribe had long since lost the glory of the first Fuxi Clan.
If they suffered too much damage over this, they would no longer have the power to rally the human tribes of the Great River Basin.
And beyond the Great River Basin, many other races eyed this fertile land like hungry tigers.
"Then our only recourse now is to pray for the help of the gods."
Eighth-Generation Fuxi sighed as he spoke.
Great Shaman Zhu gave a slight nod and said.
"In that case, let us go to the banks of the Luo River. A goddess there has deep ties with our Fuxi Tribe."
"Yes, ancient legends say that the goddess of the Luo River was the daughter of the first Fuxi and Nuwa, and often stayed by Fuxi's-the first one-and Nuwa's sides when they were alive. I should think that if we seek her aid, the goddess ought to be able to help us."
Eighth-Generation Fuxi also spoke.
These tales were all legends from Ancient Times.
Back then, the Luo River Goddess, Feng Luobin, had just finished cultivating and was gazing out from the banks of the Luo River when she encountered