As Lachlan Willis felt a tearing sensation throughout his body, he regained consciousness and found himself in a completely different environment.
He was now in a relatively low-lying thicket, with the night sky above him. The time was the same as the outside world-night.
The surroundings seemed unremarkable, except for the thick spiritual energy in the air, which made the place ideal for cultivation-much like the old cities of Earth, but far more suitable for training.
Lachlan Willis didn’t act immediately. Instead, he expanded his mental field to scan the area around him.
Within a hundred miles, he quickly detected a settlement of about a thousand people from the Exiled Clan.
It was a tribe that, according to the task information he had previously received, could only be considered a small tribe within this foreign relic.
It was comparable to a small village on Earth.
After confirming that there were no immediate threats or unusual situations nearby, Lachlan Willis couldn’t help but think of a clear, beautiful face.
“Miranda Lowe!”
“My wife…”
“How could you be here? Who are those people with you?”
Lachlan Willis muttered to himself.
Although the scene he had witnessed before entering the relic was still fresh in his mind, he could feel that, despite his past relationship with Miranda Lowe, he couldn’t gauge her true strength now.
It was as though she was a completely different person, one whose depth he could not fathom.
Most of all, there was a sense of unfamiliarity between them, as if she no longer knew him at all.
The people accompanying her seemed to be young individuals, all with the aura of early-stage Great Vehicle power.
Lachlan Willis recalled Miranda Lowe’s words before, telling her companions to enter while she would “hold off” someone.
Who was she holding off?
Could it be Master Inkwell from the Order Keepers Organization?
So now Miranda Lowe was…
“Wife, could you really be a Reincarnated Demon? Are those people around you also Reincarnated Demons?
Are you and the World-Annihilation Faction here to explore this foreign relic?”
A storm of doubts surged in Lachlan Willis’ heart.
His mind raced with confusion and unease, something he had never experienced before.
After collecting his thoughts, Lachlan Willis pushed down his swirling emotions and began walking toward the tribe of a thousand people.
Along the way, he tore up his clothes and deliberately dirtied himself.
After a brief inspection, he appeared to be nothing more than a wandering beggar.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the entrance of the tribe.
“Stop!”
Two guards, stationed outside the tribe, immediately shouted at Lachlan Willis upon seeing him.
These Exiled Clan guards looked much like the people of Earth’s Ember Summer, with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin.
Their attire was simple, resembling primitive tribal clothing as seen in ancient film depictions.
The two guards were holding stone spears and aimed them at Lachlan Willis, coldly warning him to stay back.
Their language, though different from Priociania, was still clear and well-articulated.
Before this, the Order Keepers Organization had provided Lachlan Willis and others with the Exiled Clan’s language data.
For cultivators with strong spiritual power and high comprehension, learning a language was easy.
The Order Keepers had also sent people into the foreign relics before, so they were familiar with the Exiled Clan’s language.
During his seven-day wait, Lachlan Willis had spent most of his time training but also made sure to learn the Exiled Clan’s language.
With his spiritual power at the Manifested Form stage, such learning was well within his abilities.
“Don’t be so agitated! I’m just passing through!”
Lachlan Willis waved his hand, signaling that he meant no harm.
He could tell that the two guards probably had the strength of the Core Formation Realm.
In front of him, they would be no match, but for a small tribe with only a thousand people, it was a bit surprising.
It seemed that most of the Exiled Clan members were dedicated to cultivation.
According to the task data, the foreign relic world was similar to Earth’s cultivation civilization from ten thousand years ago.
If not for the world’s small size and the relatively scarce cultivation resources, there would likely be more than just Great Vehicle-level powerhouses.
“This is the Daming Tribe. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Leave now!”
One of the guards coldly commanded.
“I’m a Wandering Prophet, and you can call me ‘Harmony.’ I mean no harm. Would it be alright for me to stay in your tribe for just one night?”
Lachlan Willis spoke with a sincere expression.
Before entering the foreign relic, he had already decided on an identity for himself.
He knew that in the Exiled Clan’s Realm of Hidden Cultivation, there were not only Exile People living in various tribes and capitals but also wandering cultivators-such as the Wandering Prophets.
These individuals were somewhat like ancient itinerant doctors or fortune tellers from Priocia. They roamed the Realm of Hidden Cultivation, living without a permanent home.
Wherever they went, they would offer medical assistance or prophecies to guide the people of each tribe.
As such, Wandering Prophets were considered mysterious and respected figures.
They were often treated with hospitality in every tribe they visited.
Lachlan Willis planned to use this identity to blend into the Exiled Clan society.
After all, Wandering Prophets didn’t have a fixed home, and no one knew where they came from, making it hard to expose his identity as someone from the outside world.
Using this identity, he could gather information about the Stellar Path Mark and, hopefully, make contact with the higher-ups in the Exiled Clan.
Of course, he couldn’t use his real name.
Instead, he had come up with a name unrelated to himself, knowing that people like Claudia Carter could still be around in the foreign relic.
If his true identity were exposed, it would be dangerous.
“Hm? A Wandering Prophet?”
“Prophet Harmony, is it? Please wait here while I report to our tribe leader.”
The guard’s expression shifted after hearing Lachlan Willis’ introduction, becoming noticeably friendlier.
Without delay, the guard hurried back to the tribe to report!