Han Hao lay quietly on the ground, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
I have experienced so many things today, from suddenly awakening the memories of my past life, to being preyed on and experiencing life and death at a very fast pace, to awakening my bloodline talent and seeing the hope of transcendence or immortality, and finally I heard the legend of the lich.
None of these things are trivial. He is now both excited and nervous, looking forward to it but also a little scared. His heart is ups and downs, and all kinds of thoughts are constantly coming to his mind.
After an unknown amount of time, Han Hao finally suppressed his thoughts and seriously considered the future path.
Now that he knows that he is now in a primitive land, Han Hao will naturally not give up his pursuit of immortality. As for attaining enlightenment and becoming a saint, although he does not dare to think that far now, he still has some vague expectations in his heart.
"But at this stage, we still have to base ourselves on the tribe and the human race." In the darkness, Han Hao opened his bright eyes and thought to himself.
The reason why Han Hao made such a decision was not to go to the ancient land as soon as possible to find opportunities to become a man who was nine feet tall and eight inches thin.
On the one hand, the prehistoric land is too vast and vast for Han Hao, who is still a mortal, and he cannot go far if he wants to, let alone find opportunities.
On the other hand, there are as many immortals and gods as dogs in the ancient world, golden immortals are everywhere on the ground, and the cycle of yin and yang is disordered. The heaven and earth are not well-organized. There are hordes of poisonous insects and beasts on the earth. There are countless treacherous and dangerous places. A mere mortal wants to Walking out in such an environment is simply courting death.
Finally, as the protagonist of the world in the future, although his luck has not flourished yet, he was incarnated as a saint after all, and has his own luck.
Han Hao has the memory of his past life, and he hopes to use this to lead the tribe to develop a civilization, influence the development process of the human race, and thus occupy the mainstream of the human race's destiny. He can use the human race's destiny to promote his own cultivation and become an immortal as soon as possible.
After making a plan, Han Hao finally felt confident and relaxed. Just as he was about to go to bed, bursts of imaginative primitive sounds kept coming to his ears.
"This is too bold!" Han Hao was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was saying to himself, somewhat stunned.
Because what sounded in Han Hao's ears was not one sound, but sounds coming from all over the cave from time to time, rising and falling, and they could not be cut off.
Han Hao now finally knew the reason why he knew his mother but didn't know his father. Although he did not despise the unrestrained and primitive behavior of his tribe, how could he sleep in such an environment.
"Are all human ancestors so energetic?" A while has passed, and there are still voices in his ears from time to time. Han Hao glanced at the animal skins stretched up under him and sighed helplessly.
Han Hao didn't know when he fell asleep. He had a dream. In his dream, he saw a goddess with a snake tail and a human body.
The goddess is kneading a ball of mud. She is focused and sacred. The movements of her hands are gentle and natural, but they can activate the surrounding life and creation, demonstrating boundless power.
As he moved, the clay ball in his hand gradually took shape, revealing the shape of a human body. The goddess's expression became more focused, and finally, the clay figure was fully formed.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the ideas of heaven and earth continued to gather towards the goddess. Under the goddess's magical power, they merged into the clay figurine, and the clay figurine gradually changed.
At this time, the wind became stronger, and dark clouds began to gather in the sky. Along with twisted lightning, rumbles of thunder continued to explode in the sky.
The goddess has a focused expression and is not affected by changes in the external environment. As the clay figurine changes, she continuously controls the magic and magical powers in her hands.
Until a certain moment, He suddenly spat out a mouthful of Xuanhuang essence blood at the clay figure. With this mouthful of sacred blood, something mysterious was touched, and the clay figure suddenly moved, turned into a woman, and suddenly came to life.
At the same time, the long-standing thunder and lightning in the sky seemed to have found its outlet, and suddenly struck down on the goddess and newborn woman on the ground.
The goddess looked cheerful and looked at the newborn woman kindly, without looking at the thunder and lightning thundering down from the sky. Just a wave of her sleeves dispersed the dark clouds and thunder in the sky, and the howling wind stopped.
After dispelling the wind and thunder, the goddess took a short rest, took out a piece of clay and repeated the previous actions. However, this time the goddess's movements were more natural and faster. In less than a moment, another clay figure came to life. This was a man.
After that, the goddess continued to make many clay figures. Perhaps she felt that this speed was too slow, so she casually took out a cane, dipped it in mud and flicked it, and many new lives were immediately created.
Repeatedly, more and more lives appeared, until the number of One Yuanhui was reached, the goddess stopped. She looked at the new lives gathered around with an excited expression, and said:
"Your new life is called human beings and is a human race."
Following the goddess's mighty words, Han Hao suddenly woke up from his dream. In a daze, he seemed to see countless black and yellow lights converging on the goddess and the new human race.
"Nuwa created humans!" Han Hao's eyes were empty, and Lan Lan said to herself.
He couldn't believe that he actually dreamed about the scene of Nuwa creating humans. This was obviously the deepest memory of the human race's bloodline. It contained a great opportunity for good fortune, and he didn't know why it revived in him.
"Could it be that the bloodline awakened in my body is very noble and closer to the first-generation ancestral bloodline?" Han Hao speculated in his heart. But he didn't think much about it and just thought it was his luck.
After all, his luck in the past day was indeed a bit unfavorable. He had awakened his past life memories, escaped death, and awakened his bloodline. It would make sense if he had better luck.
He raised his head and looked around. It was still dark. The silvery moonlight shone into the cave, and he could faintly see the sleeping figures of the tribesmen lying on the ground.
Han Hao slowly stood up. He was not sleepy at all now. He thought of the method of training blood vessels mentioned by the clan leader yesterday. Although it was general, he planned to try it now.
Moving slowly, carefully avoiding the people lying on the ground, Han Hao came under a vent, which was directly connected to the outside world. The moonlight passed through the vent and poured into the cave at an angle.
"Who's there?" As soon as he got here, a deep voice suddenly asked.
Han Hao looked towards the source of the sound. A figure was squatting and holding a weapon, looking at him warily.
"This is the clan member on duty at night," he thought in his heart, and quickly replied: "It's me, Shi!" At the same time, he stood in the moonlight so that the other party could see more clearly.
"What are you doing here, kid?" The man in the darkness relaxed slightly and asked in a low voice while talking about Han Hao.
"Can't sleep. Come here and practice your bloodline magic." Han Hao spread his hands and responded in a low voice.
"Well, then you can practice. I won't disturb you anymore." The figure looked at Han Hao in surprise, then said hello casually and ignored him.
