My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 293 - 273: The Road of Pilgrimage

The "birth of humanity" in this world actually hasn’t lasted for long.

Even perhaps ten thousand years ago, the ancestors of humanity were still like other demon beasts, surviving in the forest as part of demon beast tribes. They were called "Ghost Demons," enjoyed living in groups, fighting collectively, and even liked making weapons and equipment from the skins and teeth of other demon beasts.

At some unknown point in the past, these tribes, similar to primitive people, gradually gathered and formed tribes. These "Ghost Demon Tribes" in turn attracted the covetous eyes of other demon beast groups, leading to many demon beasts, who either had conflicts with the Ghost Demon groups or didn’t want to see their growth, joining this war.

This marked the first Demon Beast War.

Angels were born several hundred years after the first Demon Beast War.

The tribal people didn’t have much of a habit of recording history, relying more on oral traditions. As a result, much was distorted or lost over time, with even the few murals and records being lost or damaged in wars and conflicts.

In the tribal era, not to mention several hundred years, legends and legendary figures often lost their memory and records within decades, leaving only a few stories passed down orally.

Even to angels, the story of the sage was merely a myth from "ancient times."

She didn’t remember much, and her perception of the sage’s stories was likely less than ten percent true.

According to myth and legend, during the first Demon Beast War, when countless tribes were annihilated or scattered, he descended and taught the tribal people to create their own script, sowing the concepts of "civilization" and heritage among all.

He taught the primitive people magic, even if it was basic magic. In this world, where all creatures were "demon beasts" and could use historical magic, the Human Race had their own innate magic.

[Physical Recovery (Innate Magic F-Class): Able to recover most strength and stamina after brief eating and drinking.]

This was the Ghost Demon’s and humanity’s innate magic, so much so that it had already become a passive skill-like existence.

Relying on this innate magic, the ancestors of the Ghost Demons found a place for themselves in the Demon Beast Forest through communal living.

The sage taught them to use their innate abilities effectively, while showing them how to use other magics, the simplest Ignition Technique, Lighting Technique, and techniques to condense the airborne moisture into water.

They were taught how to correctly deliver babies, how to tame other demon beasts as companions, and to internalize their pain while walking the earth.

The sage vanished afterwards, becoming part of the ancient myths and legends, subtly beginning to take on the role of a "Primordial God" within human civilization.

Angels once followed this tribal myth, seeking to replicate the sage’s path after unifying tribes, unifying scripts and records, unifying mythology, and healing the path for all.

After sorting out all the myths of this world, Xue Dili slowly closed his eyes.

After some time, when he reopened his eyes, all his previous doubts had faded, revealing a calm and gentle smile.

"I understand now," Xue Dili said.

He now knew the road ahead, and he just needed to proceed according to the established plan.

...

Soon, a large number of tribal people began arriving here.

Despite their originally savage and crude nature, they now seemed like pilgrims, wearing beast hides over their shoulders, performing an ancient ceremony every three steps, repeating such actions repeatedly.

They seemed to be praying for the patients inside.

Xue Dili watched calmly at the patients who suffered from various injuries. Most of these people were prepared, once their stored food was depleted, to head into the wilderness to meet an expected death.

Each of these tribes was actually a descendant of the Wild Hunt Legion, but after a thousand years, they only remembered the name of the legion and the honor and bravery of their ancestors.

Now, the ancestral glory no longer existed, leaving them living like tribesmen, surviving solely by hunting.

Those cats, seemingly coexisting with them, were actually descendants of the Icefield Tiger tribe from the ice plains. During the tribal era, they formed deep friendships with the Icefield Tigers, developing together and relying on each other for survival up to the present day.

The cats averaged between 0.7 meters and 1.2 meters in height, walked upright on two feet, and possessed arms similar to primates.

They also handled hunting, trapping, gathering, and logistical tasks, being one of the best partners of the former Wild Hunt Legion.

With their current evolution, it’s estimated that in a few thousand years, they would evolve to resemble beastmen about six to seven parts similar to humans. After further evolution over tens of thousands of years, they might look like beast-eared maidens.

However, as the humans weren’t able to support themselves, these cats’ living conditions also gradually declined. Many also consider returning to the ice plains to resume a primitive life of consuming raw flesh and blood, but have been held back.

Because even if they forsake the ancient vow to return to the ice plains, they would still rely on fishing and hunting to survive, and without human help, their fishing and hunting would become even more challenging.

Moreover, after attempting a more civilized way of life, returning to their previous demon-beast-like existence would make it harder for more people to adapt.

But if things continue as they are, this group of gradually feline-converted Icefield Tiger clan may completely part ways with humans, forming a unique subhuman tribe.

However, today, they seem to have seen a new future here.

A human arrived here, draped in a white robe filled with thorns, able to heal all ailments.

Whether it’s the pain of a severed limb, a fatal disease, or even mental pain and torment, as long as his finger lightly touches the forehead, all the pain can be healed.

Another young girl wore an identical white coat, acting as an assistant, bustling about, and arranging for the recovery and adaptation of the wounded.

This ancient cooperation of "doctor" and "nurse" seemed to be playing out in this tribe.

When many people or feline creatures, who were initially injured, recovered and embraced their families with tears, all the tribesmen erupted in grand cheers.

People who were supposed to be sent into the icefields to fend for themselves were rescued. Even though this year’s winter remains harsh, their eyes no longer reflect the numbness and dead silence, like the icefield before, but now contain hope.

Seeing the elder warriors able to wield their axes again, and an old feline embracing his wife and numerous kittens, Lan Lin’Er was moved by this scene.

Despite the harsh environment here and the absence of the lifestyle and enjoyment found in the Magic Academy in the Divine Capital, seeing this scene, she smiles.

She seemed to see the true meaning of civilization, not just the hell-like birthing factory scene she had witnessed before, treating humans like swine—a nightmare. This is true humanity.

She felt an indescribable sense of peace, one that even surpassed the cold winter of the Northern Territory and the lifeless Deadpool farmlands she had seen before.

The joy of helping others and receiving small dried fish from the felines, rare stones, and various thanks and praise far surpassed any previous joy she had known.

They don’t need to rely on childbirth to survive. They use their own hands—despite all the farmlands being firmly held by divine and noble beings, they still manage to survive, remembering the glory and vows of ancient times, persisting to this day.

That, it seemed, was the true shape of civilization.

So Father, are you the Evil God?

She looked up at the sky, seemingly seeking to see the high and mighty Divine King.

"Father, what exactly have you done!" she slowly said.

...

"We have to leave now," Xue Dili directly said.

"Leaving so soon?" Lan Lin’Er asked Xue Dili, who at this moment was writing a travelogue.

At the Northern Territory, she learned that Xue Dili might be the "reincarnation" of some God from ancient mythology, or inherited some legacy, but none of this mattered.

She looked at the Northern Territory city of Rosmar, where all tribes no longer clashed and instead gathered for a bonfire party, seemingly rediscovering the glory and unity of their ancestors’ Wild Hunt Legion.

Here, they lit a massive bonfire, and tribal war dances began by the fire, while the felines served barbecue and grilled fish. Everyone was joyful and cheering.

"Before dawn, we must head to the western desert border. Besides, we’ve already done what we came to do here."

Unnoticed by anyone, the carriage slowly departed from the Northern Territory’s Rosmar.

Not even the children they initially hired accompanied them.

Lan Lin’Er was very weary; she only rested briefly in the carriage and then spent the entire day helping Xue Dili heal the sick, which exhausted a lot of her mental and physical energy. She initially was ready to sleep against the carriage.

But as the wind moved the carriage curtain, she was shocked to see countless figures following behind the carriage.

Those were the tribesmen of the Northern Territory, who were supposed to be enjoying the bonfire, food, and drink. Yet at this moment, behind the carriage, through the gradually dimming light of the sunset, she saw many familiar faces and some felines pulling carts.

At a glance, there were nearly a hundred humans and felines. They did not disturb Xue Dili’s progress, nor did they light torches, but silently followed the carriage.

They didn’t know the road ahead or where they were headed, but they firmly believed that would be the direction of the future.

For some reason, Lan Lin’Er suddenly felt a surge of emotion that made her want to cry. She looked at Xue Dili, under the white robe now faintly stained with blood, and then at the sky.

This was an experience she would never forget.