Prime Originator

"We will need all hands on deck, huh?" Lord Warmog muttered before making a suggestion, "If that's the case, we should also spread the news outside the Infertile Plains—to the neighboring regions."

"I'm sure that they will also be interested even if they are living in more prosperous lands. After all, the demons reaping all the benefits from the secret realm does not spell good news for humanity."

"You've made a valid point," Chief Blackbear acknowledged before saying, "However, traveling to each region beyond the Infertile Plains is not exactly a short trip."

"And without enough weight behind our words, the people from those will not believe nor willing to join the secret realm. After all, humans are selfish and always like to leave problems to others to solve when it is too far out of their way."

"What if it's the Battle God Pavillion making the call to rally numbers for the secret realm?" Lord Warmog suggested.

"Battle God Pavillion, huh?" Chief Blackbear pondered thoughtfully before nodding, "That might be possible."

"Since you suggested it, I'll leave it to you to inform them."

"Sure, I'll make sure to complete the task this time, Chief."

…

…

…

Darkmoon Tribe

In the past several hours, much had happened in the tribe.

The summit concluded, and each attending tribe in the alliance returned to their respective tribes with the promises of bringing their primordial heritage collection over after Leon passed a few primordial techniques to them.

Only the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman chose to remain in the Darkmoon Tribe for a longer stay.

The core focus of most Body Cultivation Methods practiced by the warriors on the plains was centralized around the Bone-Forging Phase.

What Leon gave them were methods for Flesh-Tempering Phase and Blood-Refining Phase.

Still, even if he gave them the methods, the height of their own achievement will be limited by their efforts and talents.

Without access to True Grandmist Energy, they will never measure up to him.

When Chief Valencia received the practice methods for the first volume of the [Black Turtle Heavenly Guard], she disappeared inside her palace to commence training by the Divine Demon Tree.

Nevertheless, she did not neglect to spread the cultivation method among the tribesmen.

At the same time, Leon took the chance to visit his adoptive parents and Mia briefly before heading back to Barrenrock Courtyard.

However, he was interrupted midway.

"A moment of your time, please, Young Master Leonhardt," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman called out to him.

"Greetings, senior." Leon made a fist-palm salute to the elder before calmly asking, "What do you need from me?"

"You mentioned that you were not a local of the Infertile Plains, but someone from the Human Domain," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman spoke before asking, "However, I wonder if you have heard about the Shaman King and the Eternal Night Secret Realm?

"Shaman King? Eternal Night Secret Realm?"

Leon furrowed his brows together with a pondering look but had no recollection of such terms before shaking his head.

"Seems like Young Master Leonhardt isn't aware of these two matters then. Seems like I was just overthinking," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman seemed relieved before muttering, "It's great that you're not the…"

"The Shaman King?" Leon guessed.

Since the topic was brought up, Leon became quite interested.

However, the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman shook his head and said, "Not the Shaman King, but the Shaman King's Successor."

"Oh? Can you tell me more about the Shaman King and Eternal Night Secret Realm, senior?"

"Of course."

After the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman agreed, the two moved to a more convenient place to talk and ended up choosing Master Woodrow's Fragrant Tea Abode.

Leon expected to meet Master Woodrow, but evidently, the person had also entered secluded training to research whether warriors with shattered Demon Cores could still practice other Body Cultivation Methods.

Shortly after their tea was served, the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman began speaking from the first appearance of the Shaman King to the Eternal Night Secret Realm and its subsequent openings by the Shaman King's Successors.

However, no one rarely brought up the matter anymore due to the past two consecutive losses to the demons.

"I see. So, the Shaman King's Successor dies after opening the secret realm," Leon muttered before he abruptly paused with a sudden thought.

"Where does the Shaman King's Successor's inherited mental prowess go if they die before passing it onto the next successor?" Leon asked curiously.

"No one really knows, to be honest," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman smiled wryly at being unable to answer the question before adding, "To begin with, the Shaman King's mental prowess is a mystical power that no one understands."

"Nevertheless, some people have theorized that the Shaman King's mental prowess is an inferior version of Celestial Sparks. Once its powers are exhausted, it will return to heaven and earth to be recharged until it is ready to bind itself to the next successor."

"By some people, do you mean you, senior?" Leon asked with a smile.

"Ahem!" the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman's composure broke with an awkward cough before he vaguely said, "I may have contributed a small part in the conjecture."

Leon smiled slightly.

Nevertheless, the topic made him more curious about the Dark Continent's history.

Unlike the Desolate Continent—or rather, the Desolate Beast Continent, the Dark Continent had a longer recorded history.

He had learned about the Nova Empire of ten thousand years ago and the previous Cataclysm over 500 years ago, but everything in between was a blank slate as if it had been erased from the records of history.

However, after hearing parts of the Dark Continent's history, Leon could not help but feel that something momentous happened in between those two periods.

'Did someone purposely erased the records?' Leon pondered with a frown.

Eventually, Leon shook his head.

There was no point trying to figure it out on his own. Instead, it was better to just ask a more informed expert about the subject.

Leon's gaze gradually shifted back to the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman before he asked, "Senior, how much do you know about this world's history? How far back does your knowledge extend?"