At this time, the Vast Star had developed into several large tribes, some of which even grew to a size of tens of thousands of people.
In these large tribes, establishing a hierarchical system has become an inevitable trend.
They already had the ability to forge tools, and their houses were built quite decently out of stone; however, who was qualified to use the tools and who could live in the stone houses was another matter entirely.
However, privileges lead to war, and there was more than one tribe of this size.
The rivals of the large tribes are the large tribes themselves, but they have never taken their eyes off the smaller tribes either.
This was a battle in which a large tribe unilaterally suppressed the smaller tribe, which was so unfortunate that it didn't even have time to resist before being completely plundered.
No one noticed that not far from the small village, beneath a patch of grass, lay a pair of resentful eyes.
The owner of those eyes looked into the distance with eyes filled with hatred, like a fierce eagle staring intently at a laughing enemy in the distance.
He didn't know how much time had passed when the members of those large tribes walked away triumphantly, but his gaze remained fixed on the distance, as if he hadn't noticed at all that the culprits who had destroyed his homeland had already left.
When he belatedly realized what was happening and saw the dilapidated small tribe, tears involuntarily rolled down his cheeks.
He hated it, how could he not hate it?
It is those greedy, large tribes that have now displaced themselves and turned their homes into ruins.
He wanted revenge, but the thought of the weapons and people of the large tribes made him feel insignificant deep in his soul.
"I am the last hope of this tribe." The man clenched his fists, unsure of what to do.
As he himself said, he was now the last spark of the tribe, and if he died, the entire tribe would cease to exist.
Thinking about this, the man couldn't help but feel a little regretful; perhaps he should have chosen to perish with the tribe just now.
But when faced with a terrifying, large tribe, he hesitated to fight.
He could only hide in the grass and watch helplessly as his people were slaughtered by the large tribe.
"But the tribe is gone, where can I go now?"
The man stared blankly into thought.
The world is still under tribal control. What tribe would be willing to take in someone without a tribe?
These people almost all share a common characteristic: their original tribes had been destroyed, and they survived only by some twist of fate.
Even if such a person goes to another tribe and is fortunate enough to be taken in, he will not be welcomed by the tribespeople.
After all, for many people of this era, they were born in tribes, died in tribes, and now that their tribes have been destroyed, they should not continue to eke out a living in the world.
But this man was not willing to give up.
They were unwilling to watch helplessly as their fellow countrymen were slaughtered by a larger race.
"As the embodiment of nature and power, please forgive my humility and cowardice."
The man suddenly knelt down with a thud. His eyes, already dry of tears and bloodshot, were now staring at the sky with an indescribable despair in them.
"O embodiment of nature and power, look upon your people! Our tribe prays to you fervently at every sunrise and sunset, please grant strength to your few remaining believers!"
The man bowed down to the fiery sun, just as he had done countless times before.
Unfortunately, even he himself had a vague idea that the embodiment of nature and great power might not necessarily exist.
After all, if such a powerful force truly existed, how could they allow their tribe to be slaughtered by larger tribes?
Countless previous pilgrimages had been ineffective, and countless offerings had been made to the embodiment of nature and power without any change. Why then, this time, has the embodiment of nature and power appeared?
The man thought about it with a self-deprecating smile, and two more tears welled up in his already dry eyes.
His forehead was pressed tightly against the ground, and for a moment he didn't dare to lift his head.
"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."
The ground trembled, and then the man saw endless white light.
The earthen-yellow ground appeared much paler under the light.
The man realized something and looked up in a daze.
The sun, which was about to set, had disappeared without a trace, and the sky, which had been dyed red by the sunset, was now covered by a blinding white.
A towering figure slowly emerged from the white light.
His figure was incredibly imposing, with a golden shield in his left hand that gleamed in the sunlight, and a silver-white longsword in his right hand that looked extremely powerful.
Such exquisite weapons could not possibly have originated from their tribe, much less from those large tribes.
Because the man had never seen such a beautiful weapon before.
Could this be the embodiment of nature and its immense power?
The man stared blankly at the figure that appeared in front of him, his mind completely blank.
This sudden turn of events was completely beyond his imagination and even shattered his original worldview.
Although he performed pilgrimages several times a day, he never saw the figure of the god.
Only this time did the figure of God appear so clearly before his eyes.
The man seemed to realize what was happening belatedly, and then he was overcome with fear and awe.
Is this an existence that transcends mortals?
Is this the embodiment of nature and its immense power?
"You weak human, is it you who are calling upon me?"
A majestic voice boomed in the man's ears, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, carrying an indescribable air of authority.
The man was stunned for a moment; he even felt that just that one sound was enough to make his ears ring.
Before me was only the image of a person, their appearance and other details all blurred and indistinct.
In his pale mind, there was not even the concept of the word "god." He only knew that the embodiment of nature and power was something that transcended all things in the world.
"So... what the witch grandmother said was true... there really are embodiments of nature and great power in this world."
The man stammered, looking at the person in front of him, almost speechless.
"What, wasn't it you who summoned me?" The majestic figure's voice held a hint of displeasure. "Teasing me comes at a price."