Death... and me

Arriving at the Varen Tribe first, everyone who wished to leave with Rean was already gathered in the main field. Of the around ten thousand members of the tribe, seven thousand were there. The other three thousand were the ones who decided to stay. They were still nearby, though. They came here to bid farewell to the rest.

Rean looked around and quickly found his mother, father, and Juri staying near each other. A few of the elders and warriors of the tribe were close to them as well.

Rean quickly descended without anyone noticing, appearing on his mother and father's side. Turen held a terrible expression as if he had seen a ghost. As for his mother, her expression was dark, and she absolutely didn't want to talk with Turen at the moment.

"Ahem... seems like you told Mom about your identity, uh?" Rean suddenly asked, catching the attention of his parents straight away.

Hamarlia's surprise vanished straight away, though. Instead, she also looked quite displeased with Rean. "So you knew about it too?"

Rean scratched the back of his head. "Just so that you know, I only found out about it many years after the planet exploded. I truly had no idea about it before that."

Hamarlia's expression didn't improve, though. "But you did know about it when you arrived a few days ago, didn't you?"

"Well..." Rean didn't know what to say. "Yes."

Turen quickly intervened. "Sorry, baby. I wasn't on purpose. You have to understand that I only took control of my sliver of soul two hours ago."

Rean quickly nodded. "Indeed. When I arrived, the Turen you were talking to was still the Turen that didn't know anything. I wasn't sure if I should have pointed it out or not, so I didn't mention it."

"Do you think that makes me any happier?" Hamarlia asked back.

Turen and Rean lowered their heads and apologized. "Sorry..."

"Hmph!" Hamarlia then looked away and ignored them again. Yet, it was just anger. She didn't really hate them. She would forgive Turen sooner or later.

Rean then asked something else. "What about Rana's body?"

Hamarlia's expression eased a little, but she didn't say anything. Turen was the one to explain in the end. "We buried her. Even though it was just a body without a soul, it didn't feel right to simply let it be, so we followed the normal procedures."

Rean nodded. He tried to talk to his mother a few more times, but she refused to answer.

In the end, Rean sighed and moved close to Juri, who just so happened to have heard the story from Halarmia a little while before. "To think Turen was, in fact, a powerful expert. Tell me the truth, is there anyone else in our tribe with some crazy background other than you three. By now, I wouldn't be surprised even if you said God himself was living here."

Rean shook his head. "As far as I can tell, there isn't anyone like that. But then again, if there was a god in our midst, I don't think I would be able to identify him or her."

"That's true," Juri agreed with Rean. "Anyway, as you can see, I have already gathered everyone. Are you bringing them into your... what was that you called it... Dimensional Realm?"

"Indeed," Rean confirmed. "Just tell everyone to not resist the pulling force once they feel it. It is impossible to move things that fight against the force."

"Very well," Juri said as he moved to a higher platform in the middle of the main field. "Everyone! Rean has arrived, and he will send all of us inside his personal world. We will live there for now until we reach the Realm of Gods. Once you feel a pulling force over your body, do not fight it. That's the force that will bring you inside."

Everyone listened to Juri and made sure to remember his words. A moment later, that force truly appeared, and none of them fought it. In an instant, all seven thousand people of the Varen Tribe disappeared without a trace, shocking the remaining ones who were there just to bid their farewells.

Rean was the only one left in the middle of the main field, so the eyes focused on him. "Hi, everyone. I have left a lot of Spirit Stones in the storehouse of the tribe, so you can use them as you see fit. The tribe will also have the protection of the Sasamil Empire for the next few hundred years, so make sure to utilize this opportunity well. In any case, my last call. Are all of you really staying behind, or have any of you decided that you want to come?"

Yet, the field continued silent as no one spoke. In the end, the new Tribe Leader came forth. "Thank you for the help, Rean. However, we can't abandon our home, so we will stay."

Rean smiled in response. "Senior Tirin, I was especially surprised to see that you decided to stay." After all the years that passed, Rean was definitely several times older than Tirin. Still, he treated the guy with respect.

Tirin was Juri's younger brother and also someone who helped Juri take care of the Varen Tribe, so he was just perfect for the position. "Hehe! Don't mention it. My brother and I have our own desires. I don't have his talent, so I don't really have the same interest in cultivation as him. Even if it doesn't matter after the body transformation in the Realm of Gods, I still prefer to stay in the land of my ancestors."

Rean saw no issues with that. "That's fine too. Alright, then. This is a goodbye, senior Tirin. If possible, we will be back someday to pay a visit."

"That's good, too," said Tirin with a smile.

Rean bid his farewell to the other members of the tribe who stayed and left. The tribe would go through a huge change the next time he stepped on it.

A few moments later, Rean arrived at the Dalamu Sect.