Chapter 30.1

The ground shook slightly, but the few people did not even stagger. Only the soles of their feet, which were close to the ground, felt the tremor.

"What's happening?" Dan asked, moving his feet and lowering his head to stare at the ground. He was a little confused and did not dare to make any sudden movements.

"I don't know," Kevin replied casually, not even looking at the ground. "Let's go back and talk about it first."

Oswald followed him, giving him a curious glance.

The group quickly returned to the caves where the dryads lived. Nick, who had been left there, as well as the medical officer, came out of the house at this time. They looked at each other in dismay, with puzzled and nervous expressions on their faces, as if they had also been shaken by the tremor.

The military discipline of the Golden Lion Country is strict. Seeing His Majesty the Emperor and the commander return together, the Wujin Iron Cavalry and the elite team immediately put away their bewildered expressions and snapped their heels together.

The atmosphere among the Giant Beast Terrans is much looser. By nature, they are competitive and do not have a strong sense of hierarchy. For them, the so-called leader is simply a stronger and more trustworthy companion. Therefore, when Dan returned, several other behemoths waved to him directly and asked, "Hey, did you feel the tremor just now? Do you know what's going on?"

"Know what!" Dan said as he walked. "Is this white-headed hill alive or dead? I hope it doesn't break the ground and spew out some magma. That would be a real disaster."

"No," Oswald replied in a deep voice. "There are only two living mountains in the north, and they are not in the same vein as this one. Besides, who would build the tomb of a god in a living mountain?"

Dan paused, his face turning green. "If it weren't for the living mountain, the disaster would be even worse."

Just now, it seemed that something was about to move in the ground, but it was blocked by the six feet of black soil. It would be easier to say this in other places, but this happened to be a cemetery. What else could be buried underground in a cemetery?

The faces of everyone present turned pale at Dan's words. They could not help but push aside the piles of dead leaves and stare at the thick wet mud in a daze.

Dan's concern grew as he thought about it. He could not help but say again, "Although the giant beastmen and the Ona tribe look different now, their origins are similar, correct? You are the 'relics of the gods,' and we are, in a way, their collateral descendants, are we not? Would a god harm his own descendants? Please tell me that is the case."

Kevin replied with a half-smile, "Yes, that is correct." He then added, "But I thought your people did not believe in gods?"

Dan held up a finger to silence him. "Since we are all in the tomb of the gods, let us not discuss such details. Besides, who said we do not believe in gods? We worship what we should worship. Do we have to be like the spirit race and say it every day to be considered a believer? We simply respect history and relegate the era of gods to the past. After all, there are no gods anymore."

After he finished speaking, he felt that the expression was inaccurate, so he added another sentence: "There are no living gods."

"That is not necessarily true," a general of the Wujin Iron Cavalry interjected. "All the books talk about the day of the fall of the old gods, but what about the gods of the future?"

"Okay, okay, you are just being pedantic. We do not have time to explore this issue now," Nick said, pointing to the ground beneath their feet.

"The problem is that we are currently in the tomb of Phae. O Phae! Light God Phae! The most revered main god in the age of the old gods, he would only bless us, and absolutely, absolutely could not harm anyone. So, what are you afraid of?"

After being reminded by him, everyone seemed to react belatedly: they were in the tomb of God Phae, the place where the most pure Lord God rested forever.

Even if he really did come out of the ground again, there was no need to be afraid at all. It would be enough to kneel down and pray.

The people who had been doubtful just moments ago seemed to be reassured, at least they were no longer in a state of being overwhelmed and nervous. A general standing next to Nick patted him on the shoulder and echoed, "Speaking of which, when I was young, the God of Light was the one I admired the most."

"What do you mean? You don't worship him anymore as an adult?" another person asked.

"No, no, when I was young, I did not understand what 'god' meant. When I grew up, I realized that the word 'worship' was too inappropriate to apply to gods..." The man quickly waved his hands to explain.

His words resonated with everyone, and they immediately began to chat among themselves.

After listening to the "buzzing" discussion for a while, Kevin could not help but raise his hand and rub his temples.

"What are you laughing at?" Oswald asked.

Kevin paused for a moment. "I wasn't laughing," he said. "I just thought it was interesting to look at it that way."

Oswald raised an eyebrow. "Interesting how?" he asked.

"In terms of attitudes towards gods, the racial differences are really clear," Kevin said. "The Behemoth tribe regards God as the protagonist of past legends, while the Spirit tribe regards God as a superior belief and guide. Only the Ona tribe..."

"What about the Ona tribe?" Oswald asked.

"They seem to be more pragmatic," Kevin said. "They don't seem to have any strong feelings about gods one way or the other."