The migration of an entire tribe is an extremely significant and serious matter, often requiring a long period of planning.
But for the Spark Tribe, it only took a little over an hour to get ready to set off.
They had always been prepared to move at any time. They owned very few belongings. Just a bit of tidying up was enough for departure.
Now that they had vine baskets, they could bring everything along.
Ever since Yang Yi taught the people of the Spark Tribe how to weave vine baskets, in just two days, those who were still unable to engage in strenuous activity—injured people, the elderly, and children—had managed to weave a great number of vine baskets, ensuring that every person had at least one.
In the past two days, the hunting team and the collecting team have had an abundant harvest. Meat and fruits could all be placed in the baskets. With a single wooden pole, two large baskets could be carried, making it very convenient to transport.
The temporary shelters they had built before were lifted and carried away along with their supporting frames. Once they arrived at the new territory, they just needed to drive stakes into the ground to set them up again.
More than a hundred people set out at dawn and arrived in a grand procession at the new territory.
When everyone saw the already marked-out area and the well at the center, they all burst into cheers.
“This is our land! We’re no longer wanderers!”
“The gods will never abandon us!”
“Spark Tribe! Spark Tribe!”
Moving into a new territory, according to local customs, required a formal and solemn ceremony to pray for the tribe’s future.
Yang Yi didn’t understand these customs, but he respected them, leaving everything in Jiao’s hands.
Jiao was now the tribe’s shaman. Many of the tribe’s day-to-day matters had been entrusted to her, while Yang Yi was responsible only for the overall direction of the tribe’s development.
She held great prestige within the Spark Tribe. She was older, knowledgeable, and familiar with everyone’s circumstances. Entrusting many matters to her was more than appropriate.
Jiao directed two warriors and two common people to build a simple sacrificial altar beside the well.
According to the customs of the Blackstone Tribe, such sacred matters were never to be handled by ordinary people; commoners were not qualified to approach the divine.
Yang Yi abolished this discriminatory practice. In his view, while warriors were indeed formidable, the strength of ordinary people was not to be underestimated. Those four bristleback pigs from yesterday were proof enough.
Besides, hunting wasn’t everything. In the future, there will be many roles that ordinary people will need to fulfill. They were an important part of the tribe and should possess equal rights.
The people of the Spark Tribe raised no objections. They had all been victims of such a discriminatory system.
Even the warriors who had once enjoyed special privileges said nothing, for among them were those who had been injured and could no longer fight.
No one could guarantee they wouldn’t get injured during a hunt. The scars on their bodies were the pride of a warrior, but injuries too severe would result in abandonment.
No one wanted to be cast aside. Having gone through so much, they had begun to consider their own futures. Besides, among the common people were their friends and family.
They were the Spark Tribe. Whether ordinary people or warriors, they were all tiny sparks capable of igniting a prairie blaze.
The bristleback pig’s head, the giant-horned bull’s horn, and some fruits were placed on the altar. A bonfire was set up beside it with stacked firewood.
Jiao stood on the altar, no longer wearing her usual gentle expression, but instead radiating a sense of solemnity.
“Jing, come. Use your divine fire to ignite our sacred flame!”
Jing, who had thoroughly cleaned himself, walked forward with a solemn expression. He knelt before the altar and the pile of firewood, extended the hand that was still intact, and snapped his fingers above the woodpile.
Flames instantly engulfed his fist!
With a wave of his hand, the fire on his fist transferred to the pile of wood and quickly ignited it.
Yang Yi’s eyes lit up. Although he had already known that warriors here were not only stronger and more robust than ordinary people, and that some of them could even possess natural divine powers, actually witnessing it with his own eyes still left him astonished.
It was truly incredible!
Divine power could not be used recklessly. It would consume a warrior’s strength. It was only used during times of tribal crisis or during hunts, so this was Yang Yi’s first time seeing it.
After a warrior awakened, their physical abilities would improve significantly. Speed, strength, reflexes, and more would all surpass those of ordinary people.
Not only that, but the abilities of warriors varied in strength and could be gradually enhanced over time.
The people here categorized warriors roughly based on their abilities.
A Level One warrior was someone who had just awakened, whose physical condition was stronger than that of an average person.
A Level Two warrior began to show differentiation. Some had greater strength, others superior speed, and so on. For example, Rong belonged to the type with enhanced strength in both arms.
To awaken natural divine power, a warrior needed to reach Level Three.
Jing was currently the Spark Tribe’s only Level Three warrior and the only one who possessed natural divine power.
And the power he possessed was none other than fire, revered and awe-inspiring.
Fire was of utmost importance to any tribe.
The sacred flame of every tribe must never be extinguished. It symbolized the very vitality of the tribe.
Before he was injured, Jing had been an exceptionally formidable warrior. It was precisely why Hei Lie had chosen to keep him back then. No one could have expected that someone like him would one day be abandoned by both the chieftain and the shaman.
In Yang Yi’s eyes, it was as if someone had handed him a treasure for free.
Once the sacred flame was lit, Jiao began to circle the altar, performing the most primitive of dances while murmuring and chanting softly.
The movements of the dance were slow, not particularly graceful, and very simple. The chant wasn’t especially melodious either, yet it reached into the depths of the soul.
Even Yang Yi, an outsider, could feel her sincerity and devotion. Everyone else listened in silence. Even the small children who still had to be held in their mothers’ arms grew quiet in this moment.
Yang Yi felt that rather than revering some distant, intangible deity, what they were truly showing awe for was nature itself.
After Jiao danced a full circle, people gradually stepped forward to join her in the dance. Eventually, everyone joined in, including Yang Yi.
Through this meaningful dance, Yang Yi once again deeply felt that he had truly come to another world. From now on, life would be vastly different from what it used to be.
The dance didn’t last very long. It was only a ritual, a way to inform the gods that they had arrived here.
The real celebration would be held in the evening. For now, they needed to start setting up camp.
According to Yang Yi’s plan, the houses would be built in a ring around the well. Beyond the houses, the farmland would encircle everything.
There weren’t many people yet, and time was tight, so they would first construct temporary shelters. They needed to settle down before thinking about improvements.
In the past, the people of the Blackstone Tribe lived in caves. They had no habit of building houses and didn’t know how. It was common for them to simply set up low, crude shelters.
Yang Yi began teaching everyone how to build thatched huts with pitched, gabled roofs. They had already cut down a good number of trees beforehand, and now those had all been brought over. The area around them was full of tall, tough grasses, making it easy to gather materials on the spot.
As a fan of survival shows and games, Yang Yi had a wealth of knowledge about building thatched huts. He had watched plenty of primitive living videos, like those of the Australian guy or the Vietnamese guy.
Although he wasn’t very skilled with his hands, he was more than capable when it came to directing others.
Especially since these people were all very clever. After Yang Yi gave a rough explanation, they immediately understood how it all worked.
Aside from the very first house, which was built a bit poorly due to lack of experience, the ones that followed were better and better, fully capable of shielding against wind and rain.
The stronger individuals handled constructing the frames, those with slightly weaker physiques were in charge of cutting the grass, and those weaker still wove the straw into panels. Everyone had a clear role and division of labor.
Although thatched huts weren’t very good at keeping out the cold, they now had cotton quilts, so they wouldn’t freeze. Compared to the cold and damp caves of the past, it wasn’t much worse.
With everyone working at the same time, the rough outlines of several huts were gradually taking shape.
At the current pace, it wouldn’t take many days before all of them would be living in huts that could protect them from the elements.
“This place isn’t as safe as the Black Forest. We still need to find a way to get walls and traps up as soon as possible.”
Yang Yi was still somewhat concerned. The area was far too open and too close to the wilderness. They might easily be targeted by wild beasts.
Building tall city walls wasn’t possible at the moment, but they could build a surrounding fence of wood and thorns. With the addition of traps and watchtowers, at least they wouldn’t be ambushed in their sleep by wild animals.
“I just scouted around. I didn’t find any tracks of large animals or herds in the grass ash. For now, it’s still relatively safe,” Jiao said.
They had chosen this spot because, during their scouting, they hadn’t found any droppings from large predators, and there weren’t many small animals either.
Yang Yi nodded, trusting their judgment. These people had made it here safely. They understood this world better than he did.
“Then we have time to dig out the clay buried beneath the topsoil and use it to make pottery and build houses.”
The land here was rich, black soil. Very fertile and well-suited for growing various crops.
But if one dug deeper, yellow clay could be found. Yang Yi had already discovered it about four or five meters down when they were digging the well.
This further confirmed to Yang Yi that this was a suitable place to settle. With clay, they could build sturdy houses.
Moreover, while digging for clay, they could also excavate a large pond. This could be handy for storing water and even raising fish.
What made Yang Yi eager to make pottery was the fact that they had far too few containers. People even had to wait in line for bowls just to eat.
Jiao was stunned. “Divine Envoy, you know how to make clay pots?!”
Seeing her shocked expression, Yang Yi was puzzled. “Don’t you know how to?”
The tribe had clay pots. Though there weren’t many, and most were chipped or missing parts, Yang Yi had always assumed they already knew how to make pottery.
He thought the shortage was simply because the fragile clay pots had been broken during the migration, and they hadn’t had time to make more.
After all, back on Earth, humans had learned to make pottery very early in history.
“Those were all obtained through trade with caravans from the Eastern Continent, or through raiding,” Jiao said, unable to hide her excitement. “If we can make our own pottery, we’ll be able to trade with other tribes for all kinds of things!”
“Making clay pots isn’t that difficult.”
The pottery owned by the Spark Tribe wasn’t very durable; their techniques were still quite primitive.
Although Yang Yi wouldn’t be able to make pots as sturdy as those from modern times right away, producing ones at a similar level to what they already had wouldn’t be a problem. At most, the success rate would be lower.
Seeing that the house construction no longer needed his involvement, Yang Yi took Jiao with him to start making clay pots.
Mao had been keeping an eye on Yang Yi the whole time. From afar, he heard what Yang Yi was going to do. Mao dropped the wild grass in his hands and skipped over to Yang Yi’s side.
Someone noticed Mao running off and asked, “Mao, where are you sneaking off to again?”
Mao shouted excitedly, “The Divine Envoy is going to start making clay pots!”
