"Rumble!"

A deafening peal of thunder echoed outside. Draven, who was sorting herbs, jolted in surprise and looked up out the window. The sky was pitch-black, with layers of dark clouds rolling in. Flashes of lightning flickered amidst the clouds.

He stared blankly for a moment, muttering, "The sky was just clear and blue; how is it about to rain so suddenly?"

Just as he was about to roll down the glass window, a panicked scream rang out from outside: "Draven! Get out of there quickly!"

Before Draven could react, a massive white tiger smashed through the door and rushed in. The white tiger bit his collar, tossed Draven onto its back, and then sprinted outside at full speed. He was scared half to death, lying flat on the tiger’s back with his hands gripping tightly onto its fur.

The white tiger took a few agile leaps and very quickly distanced itself from the residential area.

Only then did Draven have the time to look at the scenery outside. Upon seeing it, he was immediately terrified.

This wasn’t rain at all; this scene looked exactly like Zale’s advancement!

His face turned deathly pale as he shouted, "Uncle Jaxon, Wofu is still inside the house!"

He struggled, wanting to jump down, but Jaxon roared, "Sit still! Can’t you see that brat’s Beast Energy surging?! He’s advancing!"

Draven’s struggling body instantly stiffened. Staring in disbelief, he turned his head to look back at his house. He could only see a tornado spinning relentlessly above his roof.

Could a ’vegetative person’ actually advance? After advancing, would Wofu wake up?

At the same time, everyone in the tribe was also fleeing. Mossi stood among the department heads, looking at the scene before him, silently calculating in his heart how much damage the tribe would suffer this time. Sane and Kaelen stood on the high platform of the Temple, their faces scrunched up like bitter melons. Sane said in frustration:

"I miscalculated. Who would have thought a vegetative person could advance? Their house is right in the center of the tribe; who knows how many houses will be destroyed by this advancement..."

He shot Sane a glare and said, "Is that what you should be worrying about? Wofu is advancing right inside the tribe without a protective array. The threat to his life is twice as high as anyone else’s!"

Sane smirked slightly and said in a teasing tone, "Rest assured. Back when we were first learning to hunt, that white tiger got its belly gored out by a magic bull and still survived just fine. He will definitely be okay."

Despite saying that, a flash of worry couldn’t help but appear in Sane’s eyes.

As time slowly passed, it was already midnight by the time the first bolt of lightning struck down. The entire tribe sat on the hillside, their eyes fixed on the central area that was currently engulfed in a sea of lightning. Some regretted the new houses they had barely lived in, others mourned their newly planted vegetables, but above all else was the worry for the warrior lying amidst the rain of lightning.

On the other side of the continent, the young beastman, whose eyes were bloodshot from slaughtering, suddenly seemed to be hit by a fatal blow. His entire body stiffened, and he began to convulse. The slave master’s beastman guards immediately seized the opportunity, rushing forward one by one to tear him apart. Seeing this scene, the slaves huddled together in the distance had eyes filled with despair.

They had thought they would be saved, never expecting that their hero was about to fall...

"Motherfucker, I’ll risk my life to fight you!"

A teenager among the slaves almost went mad, picking up a beast-fang spear and charging forward recklessly. The agonizing roars of the young beastman echoed in the eardrums of the slaves present, awakening their crumbling sanity. A few of them blinked their dry eyes, exchanged glances, and then stood up as well. They searched around, grabbing whatever was handy, and immediately charged forward.

They were going to die anyway, so they might as well risk it all. At the very least, they would preserve their pride as beastmen!

"You bastards! Go to hell!"

"Brothers! Charge!"

The slave master’s side had already been mostly wiped out by the young beastman alone, and the remaining guards had consumed a significant amount of stamina. As a result, when they had only managed to tear off one of the young beastman’s arms and legs, they were already suppressed by the swarming group of slaves.

"You animals, how dare you rebel?!"

The slave master roared, brought a bone whistle to his mouth, and blew a long note. The young beastman, who was originally still in a stiffened state, heard the piercing whistle, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth tightly, tensing every muscle in his body, and with a loud roar, lunged toward the slave master.

At the same time, the rain of lightning that was striking down upon Crimson abruptly stopped. Just when everyone thought Wofu had failed his advancement, a pillar of white light shot up from the ground into the sky, then expanded increasingly wider. Along with its expanding size, its brightness became ever more blinding, piercing the eyes with a sharp pain.

Everyone had no choice but to cover their eyes. Because they covered their eyes, the people didn’t know that the white tiger’s body, which had been lying in the rubble, was swept up into the sky.

When the light gradually dimmed, everyone opened their eyes once more. The clouds and lightning had vanished, leaving not a single trace behind.

"Wofu!"

Draven rushed down from the hillside, his body sliding forward uncontrollably. Jaxon, carrying Zephyr on his back, quickly caught up, bit Draven’s collar, and tossed him onto his back. Beside Jaxon were his older grandson Vesper and younger grandson Wilder.

Everyone used their fastest speed to return to the center of the tribe. What caught their eyes was a pile of ruined rubble, its surface mottled with scorched marks from the lightning strikes. However, despite the entire tribe searching for a long time, they absolutely could not find any trace of that white tiger.

"Wofu! Wofu, where are you?! Answer me quickly!"

"Uncle! Uncle Wofu!"

Draven and Wilder dug through the pile of bricks and tiles, unable to stop themselves from sobbing continuously. Zephyr had already fainted in Jaxon’s arms. He felt a bitter ache in his heart, holding Zephyr while casting his gaze around in search.

The sky gradually brightened, but Wofu’s whereabouts remained unknown.

Returning to the battlefield, right as the young beastman lunged toward the slave master, a lightning bolt as thick as an adult beastman’s calf instantly struck down from the sky, blasting the ground near the slave master into a deep crater.

Terrified to the point of wetting his pants by this situation, the slave master couldn’t help but shift into his beast form, tucking his tail and running away. However, he could not escape.

Bolts of lightning struck down from the sky as if they cost nothing, skillfully bypassing the miserable slaves and piercing through each and every beastman guard. The slave master also didn’t escape his fate, instantly getting struck by lightning into a charred black lump.

"The Beast God has manifested! The Beast God has manifested!"

"Oh, God!"

The group of slaves all dropped to their knees, kowtowing and bowing incessantly. The reinforcements called over by the slave master happened to witness this scene, and the whole lot fled for their lives in terror. A dazzling pillar of light fell from the sky, enveloping the young beastman. Tiger roars resounded through a corner of the sky, and the ground rumbled and shook.

When the pillar of light dissipated, everyone finally dared to slowly raise their heads. In the dim morning sunlight, a massive, majestic white tiger stood towering on the ground. Behind the tiger’s back, hovering in mid-air, was an eye-shaped black hole, looking as if the air had been torn apart to create it.

Looking into that black hole, one only felt as though their very soul was about to be sucked in.

The terrified slaves didn’t dare to look at that black eye anymore; all their gazes were focused on the white tiger enveloped in that light. The white tiger gave its ears a shake, then immediately shrank down, shifting into its human form.

This face was completely unfamiliar, not resembling the original face of the young beastman at all, but everyone present dared to confirm that this was indeed that very beastman. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

At this moment, the beastman had no time to pay attention to the crowd kneeling and bowing to him. He focused his gaze on the dark green egg he was holding in his hands, tilting his head slightly. In his currently empty brain, a giant question mark popped up.

Where did this egg come from? Could it be... did I just give birth to it???

Then... am I a beastman or a Sub-Beast in the end?!!

The dark green scaled egg wiggled slightly and unceremoniously hopped onto the white tiger beastman’s head, brazenly sprawling out up there. He shook his head, wanting to throw it off, but the egg was as if glued to the white tiger beastman’s head; no matter how he shook, he couldn’t dislodge it. When he reached out a hand to grab it, it was as slippery as a loach.

The white tiger beastman was at his wit’s end and had to let this insolent egg make a nest on his head.

As the sky gradually brightened, the black hole also vanished. Wofu stood there sternly, ordering:

"Pack your things and let’s leave this place!"

He then turned his head and left this pile of ruins. Walking a short distance, he peered left and right. He couldn’t remember anything, nor did he know where to go or where to return to. He decided to just pick a random direction and walk blindly.

"Divine Envoy, please lead us!" The teenager who had charged forward first earlier was now also the fastest to react, running behind Wofu and shouting loudly.

Wofu stopped his steps, turned his head back to look at the teenager, and then looked at the filthy crowd below. He furrowed his brows and said in a disgusted tone:

"You are too dirty; you will dirty my fur. My mate wouldn’t like it..."

Speaking up to here, he suddenly paused. Something flashed through his mind, but before he could grasp it, it vanished. Wofu tapped his forehead, his face full of distress.

Do I already have a mate? Who is my mate?

And me, who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?

Thousands of questions rushed in, making his head pound with splitting pain. He gritted his teeth tightly, green veins bulging on his forehead. Decisively, he let out a roar, shifted into his beast form, and dashed away.

The teenager quickly chased after him but couldn’t catch up. He had been kept as a slave for a long time, not eating or wearing enough to stay warm, and with the slave mark eroding his Beast Energy, it was fundamentally impossible to catch up to a valiant beastman like Wofu.

The young man was disappointed, trudging dejectedly back toward the ranks. Just when the slaves thought Wofu had abandoned them, he came back. He furrowed his brows and said sternly:

"Didn’t you say you were following me? Are you not going anymore?"

The group of slaves instantly became ecstatic: "We’re going, of course we are! The Great Divine Envoy is wise!"

Just like that, Wofu led the slaves, picking a random direction that they deemed the safest, and stepped forward one pace at a time.

It wasn’t until noon that day that Kaelen and Sane discovered one of their children had gone missing. They turned the tribe upside down searching for the egg, using their spiritual energy to communicate. But the spiritual energy was only sent out without any response. Either the child was no longer in the tribe, or the little boy had...

No, no way! If something had happened to the child, his two younger brothers would also feel uneasy. These two were currently very calm, so it could only be the first scenario.

"Where could he possibly go? He’s just an egg..."

Kaelen cried until his eyes were swollen. His entire body felt as if it had lost all its strength, stubbornly holding on to keep himself from fainting. Sane placed the two remaining children in Kaelen’s lap, hugging him to comfort him:

"Don’t worry too much, I will definitely find Edward. You get some rest, I will be back soon."

Saying so, he scooped Kaelen up and laid him on the bed, kissed his forehead, and hurriedly ran outside. The three little ones had already been named. The eldest—the dark green scaled egg—was named Edward; the second child—the green-spotted egg—was named Finnick; the third child—the one with purple scales—was named Oliver.

Kaelen hugged Finnick and Oliver to his chest, whispering to the two little ones:

"Can you tell Papa where your older brother went?"

The two eggs wiggled slightly, and all Kaelen received was ’safe’, ’healthy’, and ’don’t worry’.

He burst into tears: "How can Papa not worry? Edward is so small. You guys haven’t even broken your shells yet! If something happens to your older brother, what is Papa going to do?"

The two eggs nudged against Kaelen’s chest. They were also anxious; the babies could only sense that their older brother was still healthy and safe, but beyond that, they couldn’t sense his direction.

If only they could grow up really fast, that would be great...