Stone Tool

Turkalando and Ren Anran do indeed bear some resemblance.

When Ren Anran applied the black eyeshadow representing the nobility of the Tuer ethnic group to her face, and then put her hair up and wore a golden crown, Zhang Xuezhou almost had the illusion of face blindness.

He glanced at the frail Turkalando, then looked through the crack in the window at Ren Anran in the distance.

"Does your god Tu'er live in the shrine?" Zhang Xuezhou turned around and asked, "I mean, is he a clay statue, a stone carving, or a piece of soul jade, and is that image placed in your shrine?"

"It's not carving or soul jade, it's a stone artifact wrapped in hundreds of soul jade pieces," Turkalando said, shaking his head.

Stone Age?

Stone tools are tools made from rocks and belong to the production tools used in the early stages of human history.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that this era spanned at least five thousand years, if not millions of years, but then he thought that the Thousand Islands Alliance still had a primitive appearance a hundred years ago, and the history of the Stone Age might not be as ancient as he thought.

"I've never seen the true form of the stone tool," Turkalando said. "I only placed a Soul Jade on it and heard the voice of the gods!"

"What did your god say?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"The voice emanating from God was gentle, warm, and inscrutable, and it was at that moment that I awakened my Spiritual Qi abilities!"

A lingering sense of fear remained in Turkalandor's heart.

She knew about the struggles among tribes for successors and inheritors, and once thought that death was caused by uncivilized and backward practices. But she never expected that even if she was willing to withdraw voluntarily, she would almost lose her life because of it.

Clearly, the number of such Spiritual Qi passed down is limited.

No matter how much respect and worship she had for the god Tu'er before, once abandoned, she was an object to be executed at will.

The other party acted without the slightest hesitation, like a machine that only knew how to execute instructions.

"Perhaps they are chanting a spell!"

Zhang Xuezhou had never seen a spell that could activate physical abilities, but just because he hadn't seen it didn't mean it didn't exist.

If even an emperor could see Ren Anran across space, it's not surprising that there are many strange and unusual things happening in the world.

Zhang Xuezhou made some guesses, but he didn't jump to conclusions. He wanted to wait for things to become clearer before making any decisions.

While Turkalando was at risk as the losing side, none of the people in power had ever faced any risks, so Zhang Xuezhou was relatively reassured about Ren Anran's safety.

However, as long as one has the ability to break free from the influence of Turcolando's aura, temporarily obtaining this status might even bring some convenience.

After observing several times and confirming that there was little to no discovery, Zhang Xuezhou finally took Turkalando's arm and led her into the room.

In a short period of time, Turkalando lost a lot of physical strength and became listless. Zhang Xuezhou could only make some instant food for Turkalando to replenish his energy and let him lie down and rest.

"If you have the X432 repair device here, it would be very helpful for your mental recovery," Zhang Xuezhou said.

No... no!

"Even a chieftain's household doesn't have this kind of medical service?"

"We're just part of the Thousand Islands Alliance, and my mother is only the 26th member of parliament. These medical services require her to apply and wait in line before it's our turn to pay for them!"

"Then you'll have to sleep to recover!"

Zhang Xuezhou helplessly shrugged.

The Thousand Islands Alliance is quite advanced in the technology sector, with many automated and intelligent products, but it is significantly inferior to the Scarlet Alliance State in gene research.

There is a significant gap in high-end medical care as well.

While Zhang Xuezhou had received X432 medical services multiple times, Turkalando had never experienced them and even had to wait in line when in urgent need.

"By the way, did you really foresee your Scarlet Alliance State to attend Professor Ren's funeral?"

As if recalling something, Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.

That's my... my mom!

"Your mother?"

Turkalando's low narration helped Zhang Xuezhou understand many things.

Every ability has a corresponding scope. Even the most wondrous physiognomy is limited to peering at those of lower levels, or setting up altars and performing rituals to peer at those of similar cultivation. However, trying to peer at those of higher cultivation will most likely lead to trouble such as a battle.

Turkalando was inferior to Ren Yisheng in both cultivation level and the definition of the hierarchical hierarchy, a fact that Zhang Xuezhou had initially doubted.

When the matter was placed in the other party's mother's shoes, Zhang Xuezhou had fewer doubts.

The other party may have truly sensed something, just like the fragments of the future that Zhang Manqian had imagined.

Perhaps it was breaking through the barriers of time and truly glimpsing the future, or perhaps it was like Song Bu'er's repeated deductions that revealed a certain possibility, or perhaps it was for other reasons.

This ultimately led to Turkalando attending the funeral at the exact time.

However, there were obvious oversights in the other party's rehearsal; Ren Yisheng was not completely dead.

Turkalando's current predicament is perhaps something he never anticipated.

If he hadn't been there to destroy the Law Seals, this could very well have been a fatal incident.

Through what he saw and thought, Zhang Xuezhou roughly figured out the true thoughts of this Tuer chief.

Clearly, whether it was the shift in thinking brought about by changing times, or the enlightenment and influence that Ren Yisheng might bring, this chieftain did not want Turkalandor to repeat the same fate.

Or perhaps it was revenge against Ren Yisheng, or perhaps it was a lack of affection for Ren Anran, but a trust in Ren Yisheng's teachings, with the other party using Ren Anran to forcibly replace Turkalando.

Everything was done according to the customs of the Tur people, leaving almost no room for criticism.

However, Turcolando overlooked Tur God's reaction in this matter, and also overlooked Zhang Xuezhou's ability to break the Law Seals.

Inside the shrine, a roar filled with discontent rang out once more, followed by Turcorando's terrified scream.

"Break it off, quickly get me out... out of the shrine!"

The sound was extremely sharp, and even though his ears weren't as sensitive as Zhang Xuezhou's, and he was in a dazed state, and there was a window between them, Turkalando still heard it.

The screams went from high-pitched to limp, and the duration of the screams was very short.

My mom had an accident too!

Turkalando was understandably anxious.

This was the first time she had heard her mother make such a terrified sound, and after having her Spiritual Qi extracted, Tulcarando was even more convinced of the possibility of a similar situation.

"Save my mom!"

If anyone at the scene could have saved the day, it would undoubtedly be Zhang Xuezhou.

Turkalando looked to Zhang Xuezhou for help, which made Zhang Xuezhou shake his head.

"Your home security is very good. I couldn't squeeze through that small window, nor could I break your metal security door and bulletproof glass!"

Although the layout of this house is similar to that of the Zhang Household villa, the quality of this building is clearly on a different level compared to the ordinary materials used to build the Zhang Household villa.

The use of these houses to imprison people is merely a convenient, albeit imperfect, application. Their true purpose is to protect against external attacks; the integrated steel structure can even evade artillery bombardment.

It was undoubtedly impossible for Zhang Xuezhou to escape from such a place.

Turcolando locked the door, and with it, locked away the means to escape the trouble.

Her voice shifted from terror to wailing, accompanied by the deep roar of the god Tu'er. The elders, meanwhile, chanted prayers frantically, paying no heed to their tribal chief's cries for help.

In a short period of time, one thing happened after another in this tribe, even involving a deadly crisis, which caught Zhang Xuezhou off guard.