Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

"Mother Tree, I have one last question. Can other members of the tribe choose the path we chose again?"

Shen Jin knocked on the tree trunk, signaling him to give an answer.

The tree branch shook its trunk and said, "No."

Shen Jin naturally acted as a megaphone, conveying the echo of the tree branches to them.

"Sister Ji, if I can only take one of these three paths..."

They looked at their half-crippled team, fearing they were in no condition to support future adventures. If they could only make one trip, they feared they would waste their tribe's opportunity.

Shen Jin saw their hesitation and said, "It's time for you to make a choice."

Her voice was like an ancient well, without any ripples, yet it was so ethereal that it sounded like an urging.

Ji Sheng clenched his fist, finally made up his mind, and took a step forward: "We choose the place of slumber."

She looked at her comrades who had resolutely signed up to follow her out of the territory with a scorching gaze: "Don't forget, we are the best soldiers in the tribe!"

How could they guarantee that the tribesmen who came here in the future would be stronger than them?

"The High Priest has said that the world of heaven and earth does not know our Xu clan. If we do not seize the opportunity, we will fall behind. Sisters, the road to survival is full of difficulties, but dying in various ways and thoroughly, isn't it easy for us?"

Their hearty laughter lingered around the sacred tree.

The branches trembled slightly, as if responding to the laughter, and it looked like it was in a good mood.

"Then show the way."

Shen Jin greeted Shucha.

So, the transparent hollow ball hidden deep inside the tree branch hangs on the branch.

It sways in the wind.

The more it sways, the brighter its light becomes. Hanging overhead, it rivals the bright moon in brilliance.

The ball of light illuminated the intersection of the third road, and the fog was dispelled to a depth of one meter, signaling them to hurry up and move forward.

Ji Sheng and the others hurriedly bowed: "Thank you for the kindness of the Mother Tree, may you live forever."

The branches felt that they were walking too slowly, so they turned into long whips and dropped suddenly onto the ground behind them, sending all of them in with the splashing mud and the wind from the whip.

The Youxu tribe has its own method of communication, and the saplings that grow with them at birth are one of the carriers.

After Ji Sheng and the other four stepped into the third path, the tree that was originally in the withering stage withered in the blink of an eye.

All the branches and leaves fell off in an instant, covering the ground with a thick layer, leaving only calf-high tree stumps with more than twenty brown and yellow growth rings on them.

"My lord, my lord!"

"Their tree is dead!"

The tree-watcher ran to the top of the mountain where the chief priest was, with tears in his eyes.

The five dry tree stumps look particularly desolate among a row of lush green trees.

Jiang Hao was also called back to the tribe.

She stood before the stump, lost in thought. They were both born from the same batch, about the same age. The tree that represented her was still green and growing, but of her friend, only the stump remained.

This was a death they had never experienced.

What exactly happened to them?

As everyone waited eagerly, the priestess leaned forward slightly, listening attentively to the tree stump's whispers. Before death, every member of the tribe would carve the most memorable moments of their lives into the tree stump.

As their last gift to their tribe.

Under the priest's brown-red wooden staff, the five tree stumps presented the same picture almost at the same time.

The five people were afraid that their tribesmen would miss the message, so they unexpectedly conveyed the same picture at the same time.

The people of the Xu tribe were able to see the sacred tree standing on the edge of the world from their perspective.

He is a gift from the mother tree, and he is waiting for them to make a choice.

They now have two more chances.

"Jiang Hao, you must regroup our forces and hurry up. We must complete the selection of the three paths before all the tribes do!"

"Everyone else, intensify combat training, strengthen the tribe's border defenses, and prepare for foreign invasions!"

The clan leader frowned. She cared more about the first path of the sacred tree than the death and rebirth that were destined to have power comparable to that of the gods.

That road can connect the two ethnic groups.

What happens once different ethnic groups start communicating?

She wasn't afraid to assume the worst of outsiders. After all, they would do the same.

If Ji Sheng was still leading an intact team when he arrived at the sacred tree, she would only make another choice - attack!

If they were like this, how could the unknown foreigners ignore this!

War is imminent, and one can only hope that the tribe has bad luck, giving them enough time to prepare.

The chief led all the tribesmen to bow to the dry tree stump and pay their most sincere respects.

The wind blew through the treetops, and the friction of the leaves seemed to be crying.

Three days later.

The collection team reported: "Captain, unknown traces have been found in the southwest, and there is suspicion of human life."

"Are you sure you're not one of our people?"

"Sure!"

"Hurry up and inform the clan leader..."

Shen Jin looked at the huge group of people. Rather than exploring, they looked more like a family relocation.

But fate had it that their entire tribe migrated here, and the branches brought them all here.

This group of people has darker skin and reddish brown hair. They are another group of people living on this continent, named Zhu Hao.

Shen Jin inadvertently recalled that five people had tried their best to get here to Ji Sheng.

There were also casualties among the Zhuhao people during the migration, but after all, it was a migration of the entire tribe, and they are in good condition now.

The Zhuhao clan also has priests.

He was obviously aware of the existence of the sacred tree, and led Zhu Hao and the others to salute respectfully, calling out "Thank you for your mercy, and may the mother tree bless you."

As usual, Shen Jin gave his own explanation.

As they were the first people from the Zhu Hao clan to arrive here, Shen Jin was willing to give them a chance to choose.

Coincidentally, decisions like this concerning the collective can also reflect the quality of the tribe and the ability of the leader.

At first glance, it doesn't look very good.

As they were walking home, Shen Jin caught a glimpse of the current state of their native land. It was full of potholes and ruins, and the air was filled with thick black fog, as if it had experienced a huge fire.

Only a few elderly people had tears in their eyes as they looked towards their home, then they lowered their heads, curled up into a ball, and did not express any thoughts.

Their clan leader was in his prime, his muscles bulging like mountains. He carried two swords on his back, bloodstains, old and new, forming dark red marks that looked as if they were embedded in the blades.

There's more than just the blood of fellow tribesmen on this.

He still held a trace of admiration for the Mother Tree and lowered his head slightly: "Mother Tree, may I ask where the war will lead?"

Shen Jin lowered his eyes, looking down at him condescendingly, and then said, "Of course it's war."

A flash of dissatisfaction flashed across the eyes of the clan leader Zhan Kai, and then he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

The priest was older and had a more easygoing look.

"May I ask, Lady Mother Tree, is this new land our new home?"

They moved their entire clan just to find a new territory to survive.

Hearing the priest's question, the Zhuhao people all raised their eyes and looked at the sacred tree.