Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1614 - 112 Civilization Lost_2

But it was firmly held by Zhao Jie.

Seeing the monster, Wang Ba instinctively blurted out:

"World Eater?"

Zhao Jie looked at him with slight confusion:

"What is a World Eater? Isn't this the totem beast of a Tupi Continent tribe?"

"Totem beast..."

Wang Ba swept his Spiritual Sense over it and indeed noticed that this monster lacked the distinct chaotic aura of World Eaters and was quite similar to the totem beasts kept by the Tupi Continent cultivators he had seen before.

Its aura appeared to be Class II.

"Indeed, the Tupi Continent cultivators are not overly stringent about Spiritual Energy; they care more about abundant offerings of blood and flesh…"

A hypothesis suddenly formed in his mind:

"Which means, the totem beasts on Tupi Continent haven't gone extinct?"

"Could there still be native tribes alive on Tupi Continent?"

It wasn't just Wang Ba; Zhao Jie also came to the same conclusion in his heart.

The two exchanged a glance, and Zhao Jie immediately withdrew his Mana, letting the snake-headed, deer-bodied monster free. Without restraint, it instantly charged at them.

"Brainless."

Zhao Jie muttered a curse under his breath and lightly tapped his finger.

Even though he restrained 99% of his strength, that tap still sent the totem beast flying, nearly gagging with its tongue hanging out.

"Roar—"

This time, the totem beast at last recognized the insurmountable gap between them. The serpent head eyed the two warily and without hesitation sprinted deep into the forest.

Neither hesitated, tacitly pursuing it.

Soon, the totem beast charged straight into a muddy pond within the forest, swiftly submerging itself.

Wang Ba didn't need to act; Zhao Jie raised his hand and lightly clenched downward, promptly retrieving it.

Crash—

The great swamp was instantly enveloped by Buddha's Light and lifted into the air.

It revealed a dense labyrinth of tunnels below, more similarly looking monsters, and a group of dark-skinned Wildermen clad in grass skirts, painted with colorful mineral pigments.

Having their sanctuary abruptly exposed, they all bore nervous and dangerous expressions.

Some even grabbed white bone spears, seemingly aiming to hurl them at the two.

"There truly are remnants of Tupi Continent cultivators."

Wang Ba and Zhao Jie exchanged a glance, both surprised in each other's eyes.

"Truly, it seems the heavens do not sever all paths. Even amidst such a flood, people on Tupi Continent have managed to survive."

With a sigh, Zhao Jie attempted to communicate with the survivors using the language of the Tupi Continent.

But he quickly furrowed his brows, looking at Wang Ba with confusion:

"These people seem mentally deficient..."

Wang Ba shook his head slightly.

His gaze swept over the human skulls, remains scattered across the tunnels, and the bloodthirsty, dazed look in the Wildermen's eyes. Without Zhao Jie needing to say anything, he already saw it clearly.

Compared to the Tupi Continent cultivators he had interacted with before, these survivors were nothing more than uncivilized Wildermen, devoid of reverence.

Even toward cultivators like him and Zhao Jie at Divinity Transformation, they showed not the slightest hint of fear, their savagery evident.

Any Tupi Continent cultivator with even a modicum of reasoning wouldn't attempt such reckless actions.

Clearly, while the catastrophic flood hadn't obliterated these Tupi Continent natives entirely, it had seemingly destroyed the local civilization, leaving behind only uncivilized native descendants and some rudimentary totem beast rituals.

With that thought, a subtle flicker of Yin God Power swept through the area.

A few moments later, Wang Ba withdrew the Yin God Power.

He looked at Zhao Jie and shook his head:

"Let them go. These people know nothing."

Zhao Jie froze for a moment, not knowing what methods Wang Ba had employed, but trusted his words, loosening his palm. The suspended swamp descended directly onto the vicious Wildermen below.

Wang Ba did not conceal the minimal information he gleaned from the Wildermen's minds, piecing together his speculation:

"These people are undoubtedly descendants of Tupi Continent cultivators. They were likely part of a very small tribe that was scattered after being raided by larger tribes, forced to drift by boat. After the flood subsided, only a tiny portion of the tribe survived and returned to Tupi Continent. However, during the flood's rampant years, this tribe resorted to cannibalism to survive, losing traditions and even language over time..."

Losing language—any language, even oral traditions—meant complete ignorance.

And these Wildermen clearly epitomized such ignorance.

If not for the rituals summoning totem beasts enabling their survival in the forest, even those practices would have been lost.

Even so, this small tribe retained only Class II-level rituals, flawed enough that the summoned totem beasts frequently became overly savage and uncontrollable.

"Thus it is..."

Zhao Jie sighed with emotion and remarked:

"Xi Tuo Continent shouldn't face such a fate. Each Buddha Kingdom has a wealth of sutras and scriptures; communication among monks and common folk ensures continuity."

Wang Ba nodded in agreement.

Tupi Continent was different, divided into numerous tribes, with languages often mutually unintelligible among them. If disaster such as the great flood struck, cultural extinction could easily ensue.

"So unfortunate, this great flood even destroyed Tupi Continent's resources."

Wang Ba swept his Spiritual Sense across the surroundings and sighed.

He remembered how Tupi Continent cultivators were rich and plump back then; as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had gained quite a bit from them during those encounters.

Even the Hybrid White Tiger was seized from Tupi cultivators.

It was undoubtedly survival bias—any survivors who reached Fenglin Continent were the ones who had pillaged extensively—but it also highlighted how Tupi Continent's relative primitiveness allowed more resources to remain unspoiled.

He once dreamt of visiting Tupi Continent, but today, standing here, he felt only regret.

The vast forest contained no items rich in Spiritual Energy, indicating it had utterly devolved into barren land.

To cultivators, no matter how lush, it was worthless.

The pair didn't linger and, under Zhao Jie's guidance, flew swiftly westward.

Along the way, they encountered more scattered native tribes.

But the situation mirrored the first encounter. These tribes had almost completely lost the civilization they had before the great flood. Aside from a few totem beast statues, eroded wood carvings, and high-class demonic beast remains vaguely hinting at the land's former glory, there was almost no trace of civilization.

"Tupi Continent truly no longer exists."

Nearing the western coast of Tupi Continent, Zhao Jie looked at a Wildermen tribe below and suddenly spoke with a complex expression.

Unsettled by destruction's universality, Zhao Jie felt concerned for Xi Tuo Continent, reflecting on its shared plight with its neighboring land. After all, the great flood started from Xi Tuo Continent and swept outward.

Seeing Tupi's desolation tightened his heart, sparking worries for Xi Tuo's situation.

Wang Ba, hearing this, also fell silent.

Although the Three Continents and Fenglin Continent were adversaries then, the helplessness of disaster transcended opposition.

He thought about how Fenglin Continent had almost succumbed to the flood, feeling an unexpected surge of relief.

However, just then, he sensed something amiss.

His gaze shifted southward, catching sight of an intense yellow flame flickering amidst the coastal forest!

A few moments later, a deafening sound reached them, startling countless birds into flight from the forest.

Then came another series of sharp, loud bursts.

"What is this Magic Tool? Its power seems close to Class II, yet why is there no trace of Mana or Spiritual Energy?"

Beside him, Zhao Jie's voice carried surprise.

But at that moment, Wang Ba stood frozen in place.

Staring at the familiar fiery glow, a flash of shock crossed his face.

He couldn't help but utter two words:

"Firepower Innovation?!"