"Mourning..."
Ybur was at a loss for words for a moment. The offspring of a Primal Ancient Beast, according to Afu Jiala's description, seemed to be either Ninth Rank or Eighth Rank, and had an exceptionally long lifespan. But could such beings also be troubled by loneliness and sadness?
He gazed at the distant Frost Land Giant Demon, asking, "So after that did no one ever try believing in it again?"
Afu Jiala shook her head, "It's dangerous. Ancient Beasts are foolish and capricious, and their offspring are not any smarter than they are. These Behemoths sometimes may not even have evil intentions, but their mere presence is enough to bring about natural disasters. The Northern Tribes in the past had a special way to communicate with the Frost Land Giant Demon, but we don't. If we recklessly started worshipping it, even if the Frost Land Giant Demon just came out of curiosity, it would be enough to bring about a calamity..."
Ybur sighed, but suddenly an idea sprang to mind.