James Walker had never seen any treasures from birth until now; this fragment was the only one. At this moment, he squeezed out fresh blood from his fingertip and dripped it onto the fragment, then stared at it intently with anticipation.

But after a long time, the fragment still showed no change, and the blood on it showed no sign of being absorbed.

James Walker scratched his head, a stubborn streak rising within him. He got up and tried all sorts of methods—biting it with his teeth, trying to pry it apart with force, even soaking it in water—but in the end, the fragment remained unchanged, not the slightest bit different.

As dawn approached, James Walker held the fragment in his hand, lost in thought. Time passed, and when the distant horizon was fully bright and the first rays of the sun rose into the sky, a sudden flash of inspiration struck James Walker's mind.

“This thing, when I first wore it, gave off a warm feeling—maybe... that’s its purpose!” Without hesitation, James Walker immediately put the fragment back onto the pendant and hung it around his neck, letting it rest tightly against his chest.

Waves of warmth spread out, merging into James Walker's body, as if circulating through him, making his whole body feel comfortable. Taking a deep breath, the cultivation method for barbarian practitioners he had obtained from the barbarian idol surfaced in James Walker's mind.

Barbarian, the foundation of the world—what James Walker had obtained was the first realm of barbarian cultivation: the Blood Condensation Realm.

From that animal hide scroll, James Walker learned that in ancient times, the Barbarian Ancestor created the world and mankind. Back then, everyone was a deity, but after countless ages, the barbarian tribe, inheritors of myth, gradually faded from legend and became ordinary.

As for the barbarian cultivation techniques, they were passed down from that era, though altered to better suit the current barbarian tribe. The first realm, the Blood Condensation Realm, is divided into eleven levels. Its purpose is to stimulate the faint trace of Barbarian Ancestor blood within the cultivator’s veins and cause it to condense.

The so-called barbarian body is actually about using the power of the barbarian idol to identify those clansmen with more Barbarian Ancestor blood in their bodies. Only they can walk further on the path of the barbarian.

Ordinary clansmen, whose Barbarian Ancestor blood is extremely scarce, are not recognized and thus do not qualify to become barbarians. They also do not receive the cultivation method granted by the mysterious presence during worship of the barbarian idol.

But James Walker was extremely special. He still did not possess a barbarian body, but because of that strange fragment, he obtained a cultivation method that is rarely passed down by word of mouth and, in most small and medium-sized tribes, can only be acquired through the barbarian idol’s inheritance.

“Condense the barbarian blood within the body, awaken it, and finally draw one’s own barbarian mark, stepping into the Dust Opening Realm!” James Walker murmured, his eyes shining brightly.

He sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes, immersing himself in the unspeakable cultivation method in his mind.

Time passed bit by bit. Soon, the morning sun had risen high in the sky, and smoke from cooking fires began to rise and disperse in the tribe, bringing liveliness. The hunting party, led by several chiefs, set out after preparing, watched by their families, leaving the tribe to hunt for enough food.

Some young children, only four or five years old like Walker Laura, ran around the tribe naked, playing joyfully. The sound of their laughter brought smiles to the faces of those who heard it.

Elsewhere, Grandpa was sharing some barbarian cultivation experience with the two clansmen who had successfully acquired a barbarian body. Barbarian warriors are the most important strength for a tribe.

Nowadays, in the Wushan tribe, as the older generation gradually passed away, there were only twenty-two barbarian warriors left in total.

No one noticed that, on this morning, the door to James Walker's house was tightly shut. Inside, as he sat cross-legged, a faint blood-red glow appeared over his body. If one looked closely, they could vaguely see a bloodline under his skin, slowly flickering with a red light, giving off a strange aura.

Currently, only one bloodline had appeared on James Walker's body, and it was still faint and indistinct, never fully manifesting.

After a long time, James Walker opened his eyes and let out a deep, turbid breath.

“In the Blood Condensation Realm, the more bloodlines that appear, the greater the chance of reaching the Dust Opening Realm. But the Dust Opening Realm is just too difficult. According to the animal hide scroll, only by reaching Dust Opening can one barely be called a barbarian. But the Dust Opening Realm is the level that allows a small tribe to qualify as a medium-sized tribe!

Grandpa has already condensed most of the barbarian blood in his body, but still has no hope of reaching Dust Opening. Among all the surrounding tribes, I’ve never heard of anyone reaching the Dust Opening Realm.”

James Walker murmured. The Dust Opening Realm was far too distant for him. What he cared about most now was whether he could successfully cultivate the first level of the Blood Condensation Realm.

The first level of the Blood Condensation Realm requires three bloodlines to appear.

If one possesses a barbarian body, they can condense more than three bloodlines in a short time at the very start of cultivation, directly surpassing the first level of the Blood Condensation Realm, unlike James Walker, who could barely manifest even one.

Although things weren’t going smoothly at first, James Walker was not discouraged. For him, as long as he could cultivate, it meant there was hope.