Chapter 1057

Looking at the people eating so frenziedly in the light mirror, those outside feel envious—could it really be that fragrant?

Having watched the people in the ancestral land eat and drink their fill, the outsiders finally feel a bit better.

There's nothing to be done; we can only look, not eat—this feeling is truly unpleasant.

Now at last things have returned to normal.

Those who had eaten the spirit ingredients still wore expressions of lingering desire, each staring fixedly at Ye Zhangqing.

Faced with the gazes of everyone, Ye Zhangqing spread his hands helplessly and said.

"Don't look at me; there was only this much of the ingredients to begin with, and there's still some left—if you want to eat, wait until tomorrow."

The remaining spirit ingredients are only enough for one meal, after all the Ke Lan tribe is originally a small tribe, with limited spirit ingredients, not much.

Hearing this, the people finally realized, yeah, there isn't much of these spirit ingredients.

For a moment, the satiated crowd's thoughts began to stir, as if they might need to prepare another batch of spirit ingredients.

Qi Xiong, the Yunluo Shèngzhǔ, the Yaochi Shèngzhǔ, and the other elders hurried over to discuss.

We must seize this Luck Power, and we can't let the ingredients slip away either—we need to think it over carefully and see how to proceed.

But just as they were about to leave, Qi Xiong seemed to suddenly think of something and turned to shout.

"Xu Jie, Xu Jie…… stop licking the bowl, damn it, come over."

After shouting several times with no response, Qi Xiong finally found Xu Jie in a corner, seeing him still there happily licking his bowl.

Seeing this, Qi Xiong angrily scolded, "Is now the time to be licking bowls, damn it? We're supposed to be gathering ingredients."

"Coming."

After washing the bowl, he put it into his Space Ring; I don't know when this habit started, but now almost everyone keeps their own chopsticks and bowl in their Space Ring—it's utterly absurd.

He hurried over to Qi Xiong, flashing a fawning smile.

"Shèngzhǔ, did you call me?"

"No nonsense, hurry up—think it over and note down where we should get ingredients… pfft, Luck Power."

Originally we brought Xu Jie into the ancestral land just to serve as a strategist; isn't now exactly the time we need him to contribute?

The elders took Xu Jie away to discuss the next plan of action.

Meanwhile, the others, having finished their meal, gradually dispersed to go about their business.

Only Ye Zhangqing, Bai Hua Xianzi, and Jue Ying remained, the three of them having nothing to do and being quite idle.

Inside the ancestral land, the Human Race's strong ones were busy, but whenever someone passed the central stele of the ancestral land, for some reason they always stopped to take a look.

"What are you looking at?"

I...........

"You damn well aren't thinking……"

"I'm not."

Naturally, there are also spirit ingredients inside this Human Race stele, and their quantity is far greater than that of the Ke Lan tribe.

One would imagine the taste is also not bad.

But when questioned by a companion, I immediately came to my senses—what the hell am I thinking? These are my Human Race's spirit ingredients.

For a moment, the two locked eyes, their expressions strange—damn beast, I silently cursed myself.

Meanwhile, the spirit ingredients inside the Human Race stele, which originally had no sentience, for some reason suddenly felt a chill run down their backs.

If these spirit ingredients lacked sentience, they'd surely say, "You damn unfilial wretch."

I've bled for the Human Race, earned merit, and even in death I guard the Human Race ancestral land—how dare you little brats turn your thoughts toward me?

Such a thought is utterly treasonous, though it's just a fleeting idea—lard has blinded the heart, making it impossible to act on.

If one wants to eat, they should go eat other tribes' spirit ingredients; how could they possibly lay hands on their own ancestors?

Currently, each tribe has basically arrived at its own ancestral land and begun preparing for the upcoming struggle over Luck Power.

Only the Ke Lan tribe is left, as if homeless.

Sitting in their own ancestral land, they gaze at the sky and then at the stele, each with heads bowed and spirits low, as if they'd lost their souls.

Alas............

"Don't sigh—what should we do now? Our ancestral land is gone, and we have no Luck Power."

The two elders are at a loss, wondering where the Ke Lan tribe should go from here.

Upon hearing this, one elder pondered, hesitated repeatedly, then said.

"Our ancestral land is useless now—unless we can obtain Luck Power, given our strength……"

"Let's go to the Upper Tribe; maybe we can get a share of Luck Power, which would at least give us a slim chance."

Relying solely on the Ke Lan tribe's own strength, trying to seize Luck Power would be extremely difficult.

After all, the Ke Lan tribe is inherently the weakest tribe in the Haotu Shijie.

Now the only thing we can rely on seems to be the Stone Tribe of the Upper Tribe.

Hearing this, another elder frowned slightly; he harbored some displeasure toward the Stone Tribe, and although he didn't believe they would actually do this, he just felt uncomfortable.

At this moment, seeking refuge with the Stone Tribe feels unpleasant no matter how you look at it.

"I know you're uncomfortable, and I am too—but aside from that, is there any other way?"

Seeing what this elder was thinking, the other elder spoke up.

If we're talking about discomfort, right now nobody in the Ke Lan tribe, high or low, is feeling comfortable—everyone's unhappy.

When it comes to the survival of the tribe, this is no time to quibble over such things; even if there's great resentment, we can only swallow it.

This is the sorrow of being weak.

If it were another powerful tribe whose Luck Power was taken, they could find a weaker tribe and take it back.

But the Ke Lan tribe cannot do that; they can only rely on the so-called Upper Tribe.

From this point of view, the Human Race really counts as fortunate.

This is also what countless Human Race predecessors exchanged their lives for, in order to guarantee that later generations have at least basic security.

"Alright, let's go to the Upper Tribe."

After pondering for a long while, finally, the two Ke Lan Tribe ancestors decided to first make a trip to the Stone Tribe Ancestral Land.

Just to be able to obtain some Luck Power.

At the very least, we cannot let the Ke Lan Tribe's ancestral land become a wasteland.

As long as there is a bit of Luck Power, at least we can still fight for a sliver of hope.

Of course, there will definitely be an impact; over the next long stretch of Suìyuè, the Ke Lan Tribe's days will probably be rough.

For the Ke Lan Tribe, whose strength is already weak, this is nothing short of adding frost to snow.

They did not lead the entire tribe forth, but only brought a small part.

As a Sub Tribe of the Stone Tribe, the Ke Lan Tribe naturally knows the location of the Stone Tribe Ancestral Land.

So they smoothly arrived at the Stone Tribe Ancestral Land.

Facing the arrival of the two Ke Lan Tribe ancestors, the Stone Tribe still looked puzzled.

"The Ancestral Land has just opened; why aren't you going to your own Ancestral Land to make preparations, and instead come here to do what?"

A Stone Tribe Great Saint asked with a strange expression.

According to reason, when a Great Saint faces a Great Emperor, they should certainly be respectful; but as a Stone Tribe Great Saint facing their own Sub Tribe, even if it is a Great Emperor, they actually have little respect in their hearts.

Put bluntly, you are nothing but servants of my Stone Tribe.

In response, the two Ke Lan Tribe ancestors, though dissatisfied in their hearts, dared not lash out, and could only reply in a low voice.

"I want to see the Stone Tribe ancestor."