Returning to the mountain range, Spotted Grass felt a sense of "leaving home as a child and returning as an elder." Surprisingly, he didn't recognize the path anymore! After the growth and changes of vegetation through the seasons of spring, summer, and autumn, everything felt unfamiliar. He couldn't even identify which mountain peak he was born on. With a bewildered gaze, he had no idea which direction to go.

Within the mountain range, the number of cockroaches remained abundant. Yet, there was no sign of the expected traces of snakes, rodents, or birds.

Spotted Grass immediately considered two possibilities: either a powerful warrior from the Crimson Roach tribe had arrived near the mountain range, or the previous Crimson Roach warrior, who had disappeared suddenly, was still alive, perhaps hiding and evolving in some safe place.

Just as the thought emerged, he faintly sensed a psychic scan passing over him. Following that, from a distant peak, a giant cockroach ascended into the air, resembling a fiery red flame, and flew towards him.

Its speed was remarkable, matching that of any flying bird Spotted Grass had encountered in the jungle. The colossal body landed directly in front of Spotted Grass.

"Ah!"

A cry of surprise echoed in Spotted Grass's mind as the entire body was lifted by a pair of claws.

The giant cockroach grasped Spotted Grass with its toe tips, lifting him up and inspecting him thoroughly.

"I remember you! The little black creature hiding under the rock!"

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Spotted Grass vigorously flapped his wings, emitting angry sounds, while his antennae emitted signals of annoyance.

Judging from the scent, the colossal cockroach in front of him was indeed the Crimson Roach warrior who had sheltered him before. It hadn't died but had evolved. It must have undergone a crucial transformation, evolving from a Level 9 intermediate warrior to a Level 1 advanced warrior.

"I always thought you had the most potential to become a tribe warrior! Haha, just as I thought!"

The Crimson Roach warrior got a bit too excited, paying no attention to Spotted Grass's anger. After inspecting him for a while, it regretfully remarked, "Why are you getting darker as you grow? You look so ugly!"

Spotted Grass adjusted his wings, unsure of how to respond. He had come to scavenge, only to find out that the other party was still alive.

Not dead. That meant scavenging was out of the question.

However, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Judging from the other's emotions, there was not only no hostility but also a sense of closeness. According to the inherited memories, he now had a "kinship elder," a powerful warrior backing him up.

"My name is Flame Cluster Spotted Grass. Little one, what's your name?"

"Oh, I forgot, you're still young and can't use psychic communication."

This Crimson Roach warrior even had a name.

Spotted Grass remembered that "Flame Cluster Spotted Grass" was a rare plant, considered exceptionally beautiful by the aesthetic standards of the Flying Fire Roach tribe.

It seemed that these primitive intelligent races named things quite randomly, directly naming them after plants and trees.

"I'm Spotted Grass."

Spotted Grass struggled to use psychic communication.

"Spotted Grass... Ah!?"

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass was startled, trembling its wings and taking two steps back, staring at Spotted Grass for a while before asking cautiously, "How... how many molts have you undergone to grow? How did you... learn psychic communication?"

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Flame Cluster Spotted Grass became alert again, asking, "Who? Who taught you?"

For Spotted Grass, using psychic communication to transmit information was extremely draining. Just transmitting four simple words made his soul weary, and his mind dizzy.

It took him a long time to recover from the dizziness, and he reluctantly pointed to his head with his front claws, answering, "Memory."

"Inherited memory? Inherited memory includes this?"

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass was puzzled, scratching its head with its front claws and muttering to itself, "The more favored by the true gods of nature, the more knowledge one awakens."

It was a common ailment of wisdom to attribute incomprehensible matters to "gods," stamping them with the "divine" label, making everything incomprehensible seem reasonable.

Spotted Grass waggled his antennae, releasing pheromones, using pheromone communication to agree, "Yes."

At present, he was too weak. Just transmitting a few simple words with psychic communication caused his soul to be exhausted, and his spirit was languid. He dared not continue.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass paused, suddenly realizing, but couldn't suppress its excitement. Then it asked, "Why did you leave the mountain peak?"

The communication of cockroach pheromones was too monotonous and lacking, and couldn't even form a complete sentence.

Spotted Grass refused to answer such a complicated question.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass continued, "Have you been surviving alone?"

Spotted Grass waggled his antennae and simply replied, "Yes."

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass asked again, "Where? Why haven't I seen you?"

Spotted Grass extended his front limbs, pointing to the dense jungle below the mountain.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass exclaimed, "The jungle is so dangerous, it's a miracle you survived! Why didn't you stay on the mountain?"

Spotted Grass was speechless. Seriously, the situation was even more dangerous on the mountain, wasn't it?

Seeing Spotted Grass not answering, Flame Cluster Spotted Grass sighed, "Well, at least you still remember the way home and came back by yourself."

Home?

Spotted Grass felt a bit uncomfortable. Suddenly, he thought of his missing cockroach mother.

Without any accidents, his cockroach mother definitely couldn't have survived the last winter.

"Oh right, what's your name again? Spotted Grass?"

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass was quite talkative, and before Spotted Grass could answer, it continued to ask, "What is Spotted Grass? There's no such plant in my inherited memory? What a strange name."

Unable to answer, Spotted Grass couldn't be bothered to chirp.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass didn't dwell on the name issue, jumping to another topic, "Come on, let's go home."

With that, it took off.

Spotted Grass followed suit.

The familiar peaks, the familiar plants, and the rocks where he had once hidden and lived.

After nearly a year of growth, Flame Cluster Spotted Grass's seedlings had grown much taller. Some of them even showed signs of being moved. When it was sowing, it didn't consider the issue of space for seedling growth, so they had to be moved, which caused quite some damage to the seedlings.

The raspberry bushes had nearly doubled in size, with lush foliage and a burgeoning scale. It was now the harvest season, with raspberries about to ripen.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass landed in front of the raspberry bushes, carefully selecting and picking a ripe raspberry, delicately peeling off a berry with its toe.

"Spotted Grass, are you hungry? Eat."

After saying that, it swallowed the large raspberry fruit itself.

Spotted Grass

had run so far for these raspberry bushes, hadn't he? He didn't hesitate and picked up a berry with his toe and swallowed it.

Sweet and fragrant, with a warm and gentle primordial force flowing along his blood, his whole body felt warm and comfortable.

Gradually, his limbs began to feel weak and lethargic. Spotted Grass leisurely collected nearby decaying leaves, chewing slowly to replenish the energy consumed. At present, his body could withstand the transformation of a raspberry fruit.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass had been carefully observing Spotted Grass's reaction all along. Seeing that he had no obvious adverse reactions after swallowing a whole fruit, it asked, "How many times have you molted and grown since becoming a tribal warrior?"

Spotted Grass thought for a moment, drawing three vertical lines on the ground with his front limbs.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass asked, "Three times?"

Spotted Grass replied, "Yes."

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass muttered, "So, you're a 4th-stage junior warrior, which means it's been almost half a year, right? It's a bit slow."

Under normal circumstances, a junior warrior could complete a molt in just over a month. Due to nurturing the divine seed and guarding the Dry Grass tribe against drought, Spotted Grass had been severely delayed in his growth.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass didn't know the reason, only thinking that he couldn't find food in the wild and consoled him with a comforting tone, "You've been surviving alone in the dangerous jungle, so this growth rate isn't slow. It's okay, I'll protect you in the future, and you'll quickly grow into an intermediate warrior."

Once he became an intermediate warrior, there would be few creatures in the jungle that could pose a threat.

"Thank you!"

Spotted Grass was moved by the goodwill and care from his fellow tribesmen, transmitting feelings of gratitude.

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass became even more delighted, waving its antennae and flapping its wings excitedly, saying, "Spotted Grass, you were born in my territory, you're my junior, and taking care of you is my duty."

"Oh, you've molted three times already. What about your divine seed? Have you nurtured a divine seed?"

Spotted Grass affirmed, "Yes."

Flame Cluster Spotted Grass immediately felt relieved and asked, "What plants did you choose to nurture your divine seed?"