Without a doubt, the moment Kun Baobao revealed its true form, the Inuit people had already taken it as an embodiment of a true god.
Although from their perspective, this god bore a strong resemblance to a blue whale, they could feel a distinct difference between Kun Baobao and a blue whale.
Yet, as they were worshipping their true god, the Dragon Countryman they had previously deemed a blasphemer was now walking beside their true god.
What surprised them even more was that their true god not only wasn't angry but was instead acting coquettishly towards the Dragon Countryman.
Yes, they weren't mistaken; it was indeed acting coquettishly.
At this moment, the Inuit people felt their faith had been overturned.
For this reason, all of them turned their gaze to the shaman, hoping to obtain a reasonable explanation from him.
However, it was clear that their shaman was also stunned. After all, all the previous pronouncements from the god had been fabricated by him.
But being a shaman of a vast tribe, he was not without his skills. With a twist of his mind, a reason that even he believed appeared in his head.
"He is the messenger of the god. That's right, it is the god who bestowed upon him the ability to communicate with the great Nuliayuk."
"It was we who disrespected him earlier, which is why the great Nuliayuk appeared."
It had to be said that his impromptu improvisation did have a certain logic to it.
Recalling Yang Lin's previous interactions with polar bears and arctic foxes, these simple-minded Inuit people quickly believed him.
The next second, under Yang Lin's astonished gaze, they began to prostrate themselves before him, with the shaman kowtowing the most vigorously.
This caused Yang Lin, who had originally intended to say a few words to prove the relationship between himself and Kun Baobao, to freeze.
"What's going on? I haven't even started my performance yet."
Scratching the back of his head, Yang Lin was momentarily at a loss for words.
Ten minutes later, after a period of communication with the shaman, Yang Lin's identity as a divine envoy was solidified.
He also came to understand the series of misunderstandings that had occurred.
Just as he was preparing to set off again for the North Pole, the shaman hesitantly made a small request to Yang Lin.
"Divine Envoy, it's like this. On our way to find you, some of our tribesmen were trapped on drifting ice."
"We wonder if you could lend a hand."
Upon hearing the shaman's request, Yang Lin agreed after only a moment's thought.
After all, he might need these Inuit people later on.
After Yang Lin agreed, the shaman, beaming with excitement, led his tribesmen to pave the way.
Suddenly, a peculiar procession appeared on the ice plains.
In front were hundreds of Inuit people and their sled dogs, followed by a Dragon Countryman and his four polar bears.
After traveling for over an hour on the ice plains, a drifting ice area appeared before Yang Lin.
On a piece of drifting ice, not much larger than a basketball court, stood a group of Inuit people with looks of despair on their faces.
At this moment, they were slowly drifting towards the vast ocean.
Following this trend, they would inevitably be swallowed by the icy waters.
Faced with this situation, the shaman and others cast pleading glances at Yang Lin.
However, deep down, the shaman did not believe that Yang Lin could truly rescue his tribesmen.
But at this very moment, Yang Lin let out a whistle towards the sea.
Initially, the Inuit people did not quite understand the meaning of Yang Lin's whistle.
Until sharp, single horns began to emerge from the sea.
They were all too familiar with these single horns, having hunted thousands of narwhals every year to obtain blubber and meat from them.
However, they had never seen narwhals that voluntarily appeared before them.
Before they could react, hundreds of narwhals in the sea converged at the edge of the drifting ice.
To the disbelief of all the Inuit people, the drifting ice was slowly pushed by this group of narwhals.
In less than five minutes, the drifting ice, which had been floating on the sea, was pushed to where Yang Lin and his group were.
Even after the stranded tribesmen stepped off the drifting ice, the Inuit people who had witnessed the scene were still in a state of disbelief.
If they were told that the narwhals had helped them willingly, they would never believe it.
Therefore, there was only one explanation: these narwhals were guided by the man before them.
Being able to control whales was clearly the ability of the legendary Mother of the Deep Sea.
At this moment, the gazes of over three hundred Inuit people present towards Yang Lin had all changed.
Especially the shaman.
He had originally fabricated the identity of a divine envoy for Yang Lin to deceive his tribesmen. In the beginning, he himself did not believe this identity.
But after Yang Lin displayed his ability to control whales, he could no longer disbelieve it.
If this was not a miracle, then what could be considered a miracle?
The next second, the shaman was the first to kneel on the ice, and the tribesmen behind him followed without any hesitation.
Looking at these Inuit people who would kneel and kowtow at the slightest provocation, Yang Lin, while appearing calm, felt a thousand galloping beasts within his heart.
He used to deceive animals, but this was the first time he was deceiving humans, and he was somewhat unaccustomed to it.
"But this doesn't really count as me deceiving them. After all, I didn't say anything; they made up their own stories."
After a period of self-consolation, Yang Lin had successfully won over these able-bodied men from the Inuit tribe of Greenland.
When he learned that these people were from the most remote Inuit tribe on Greenland, his heart couldn't help but tremble.
If he remembered correctly, his parents had also come from that region.
Given their familiarity with the route to reach this place, it was highly possible that his parents had taken the same route and might have even inquired at their tribe.
With this thought in mind, Yang Lin immediately asked the shaman again:
"About a month ago, did two Dragon Country people visit your tribe?"
"They were a man and a woman. The man looks very much like me."
Upon hearing Yang Lin's question, the shaman immediately began to search his memory.
"A month ago, two Dragon Country people, I seem to recall."
"If I remember correctly, they exchanged several boxes of Chinese medicine for a map from us."
Hearing this, Yang Lin was almost certain that the two Dragon Country people who had visited the Inuit tribe were his parents.
What puzzled him, however, was that with current scientific equipment and compasses, they wouldn't need a map to go to the North Pole.
So, the key lay in this map.
It was likely that they were delaying their return journey because of something on the map.
The subsequent conversation validated his guess.