Chapter 1803 - 462: Remnant of the Dreamweaver Clan? (Part 3)

Chapter 1803: Chapter 462: Remnant of the Dreamweaver Clan? (Part 3)

At that moment, the look Ah Lann cast toward him held a few more shades of trust.

In the afternoon, he would set out with Ah Fen’s gathering team.

Along the way he silently memorized every medicinal habit Ah Fen taught him—what stopped bleeding, what reduced fever, what was lethally poisonous and had to be avoided.

He also witnessed how hard gathering really was; for a few precious clumps of Moonlight Moss they had to climb slick rock walls.

To dodge the venomous bees, they were forced to abandon a thicket of berries that was about to ripen.

Ah Fen would stare longingly at the berries they were leaving behind, her small face full of heartache, then search even more diligently for substitute food.

At night, by the campfire in the center of the encampment, he would sit next to Ah Lü and watch this little steward distribute the day’s harvest of food and herbs.

What had to be eaten immediately, what could be dried and stored, how much extra food injured warriors needed to recover as fast as possible... Ah Lü would fiddle with little stones representing supplies while softly explaining her reasoning to Tu Hu—why they had to prioritize food for cubs and pregnant mother Downspirits, why in times of shortage they had to cut back on non?essential activity to reduce consumption.

For the first time, Tu Hu grasped so concretely just how complex the calculations were behind simply keeping a tribe running at the most basic level.

Time flew by, and Tu Hu had no idea how long he’d been here.

He was no longer just a guest of the Downspirit Clan; he had truly become part of it.

The other clansfolk’s initial sense of distance from him gradually faded.

The cubs would circle him curiously, and the bold ones would even try to climb his legs.

The elder Downspirits, whenever they saw him, would greet him with a friendly "yo" call.

The hideous scars on his body never disappeared, and sharp pain still surged up from time to time.

But a solid, grounded feeling was taking root in his heart.

This land, and all those tiny figures striving to survive upon it, were little by little filling the hollow inside him.

Yet he still did not know who he was, or where he had come from.

In the day?after?day rhythm of hunting, gathering, and guarding, he had found a sense of existence and a powerful feeling of belonging to this tribe.

Once his body had improved a little, he finally had spare strength to think about the greatest riddle haunting his mind: Who am I?

He searched himself from head to toe; aside from his clothes, the only thing that might carry a clue was that brilliantly shining Crystal Stone he had been clutching since he first woke, its touch smooth and warm.

But however many times he examined the Crystal Stone, he still could not find any thread of memory.

One afternoon, alone in the quiet tree house, his gaze settled again on the Crystal Stone in his hand.

He lifted it over his head, studying it over and over in the sunlight, but still found nothing unusual—only that the Crystal Stone was pulsing with a faint flicker, as if breathing.

He couldn’t help sighing. After days of investigation, he still had nothing.

The anxiety in his heart sent his emotions into violent turbulence.

And then.

The Crystal Stone in his hand suddenly trembled, then burst forth with an unprecedented blaze of radiance, like a tiny sun awakening in his palm.

The scene around him rippled and warped like water, then completely dissolved.

In the next instant, he found himself standing in an incomparably magnificent hall.

The dome here arched impossibly high, and countless bookshelves emitting soft white light floated all around, stretching to the edge of his vision.

On the shelves, stones of every color were arranged in dense rows.

This was an Illusion Realm Library existing inside the Crystal Stone.

Tu Hu was stunned. He wandered through this place, his eyes skimming over the labels on the shelves.

"Spiritual Energy: Fundamental Theories and Applications," "Genetic Editing," "Dream Weaving Materials Science: From Micro to Macro," "Dream Engineering"... each category represented a vast and rigorous system of knowledge.

He tried using his will to draw out a stone; it flew into his hand on its own, shining as it formed a stream of luminous information that poured into his mind.

The immense knowledge within left Tu Hu deeply astonished.

In the days that followed, he began to read greedily.

Through the data recorded inside the Crystal Stone, he gradually learned that this was the crystallized wisdom left behind by a glorious civilization called the Dream Weaving Clan, who specialized in harnessing dreams and Spiritual Energy, their technology highly advanced.

These messages sent Tu Hu’s blood surging.

He could enter this knowledge?illusion so smoothly and draw on the learning stored here; it felt as if he naturally belonged in this place.

More importantly, although the information was preserved as mental data, he could actually read many of the words in the illusion.

This sparked a hypothesis in Tu Hu’s heart:

"Could it be... that I come from the Dream Weaving Clan? That this Crystal Stone is the fireseed my people used to preserve our civilization’s wisdom? And that I am a survivor cast adrift here in some catastrophe?"

This guess seemed to perfectly explain why he possessed such great Strength—because he came from a powerful civilization.

It also explained why he could so easily command this Illusion Realm Library and understand the written information within.

Based on the descriptions in the illusion’s records, Tu Hu could be fairly sure that the Dream Weaving Clan had perished on a cross?world expedition.

Leaving behind this wisdom?bearing Crystal Stone was meant to continue the story of their civilization, to pass down the technological legacy of the Dream Weaving Clan.

As his thoughts unfurled to this point, a complete story gradually sketched itself out in his mind:

The Dream Weaving Clan poured all their Civilization Power into a perilous cross?world campaign, only to encounter an enemy in some world that they could not withstand, and in the end, their entire force was annihilated.

In the civilization’s final moments, the survivors activated the "fireseed plan," sending the Crystal Stone that carried the wisdom of their entire people, along with what might be the very last clansman—him—back to this Hometown World, long since ruined in history and cast aside.

They hoped that the fireseed of their civilization would find new soil in this land of origins, and sprout again.

And he was the one chosen: the Firekeeper.

He bore the hope that the story of the Dream Weaving Civilization would continue.

The Crystal Stone in his hand was at once an inheritance, and a weighty mission.

When Tu Hu withdrew from the Illusion Realm Library and his awareness returned to the tree house, the light of the Crystal Stone in his hand slowly folded inward.

He looked out the window: Ah Lann was directing the clan in their hunting, Ah Fen was testing new herbal mixtures, and Ah Lü was carefully recording the growth of nearby plants.

Were not these pure and resilient Lives the best soil for nurturing the fireseed of a civilization?

He could absolutely guide them onto an entirely new path.

He could pass down the Dream Weaving Clan’s knowledge to them step by step, helping the Downspirit Clan carve out a different future in this Blackthorn Forest.

It would be both a way to repay their kindness, and a way to fulfill his duty as a remnant of the Dream Weaving Clan.

He tightened his grip on the wisdom?bearing Crystal Stone; the confusion in his eyes diminished, replaced by greater resolve.

Perhaps this was the meaning of his existence.