In the ancient world, the sun is slowly sinking into the horizon, but He is obviously not willing to do so, and still resolutely shines out the last light and heat, illuminating the warm and colorful world.
On the hills where the tribes live by the river, the deafening roars continue. In the invisible world, the blood-colored air pillars soaring into the sky cover the entire hills, driving away the giant beasts and weirdness that scare the jungle from time to time.
Under a giant tree halfway up the mountain, Han Hao was squatting there, rubbing the stick in his hand attentively. The temperature of the contact surface between the stick and the block was rising rapidly.
As the temperature rose and gradually approached the ignition point, Han Hao felt more and more resistance in his hands, and he felt more and more tired. There seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept discouraging him from drilling wood to make fire this time.
At the same time, outside the chaotic boundary membrane of the prehistoric world above the Nine Heavens, a huge world is attached to the prehistoric world and is quietly suppressing the surrounding chaos. The whole world is filled with the mysterious atmosphere of Tao, constantly changing and assimilating the surrounding world. chaos.
In the center of the world, on a huge peak connecting the sky and the earth, a sacred palace stands on the top of the peak, constantly absorbing the chaotic energy from the outside world.
In the main hall of the palace, a beautiful, noble and majestic goddess is sitting on a futon, wandering beyond the world and enjoying the rules of the avenue.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and opened his calm eyes. His gaze passed through the chaos and the nine stars, and finally landed on the ancient land, stopping on a human child.
This goddess is none other than the Nuwa Empress who created humans and made them a saint thousands of years ago. She is the Emperor Wa of the demon race and the Holy Mother of the human race. She is also the direct disciple of Taoist ancestor Hongjun and the first supreme saint.
Just now, when he was in harmony with the way of heaven and comprehending the rules, he suddenly felt something. In a flash, he already knew what happened.
Looking at the human child who was sweating profusely and rubbing the wooden stick, he felt the pull of the undetectable blood on his body, as well as the fluctuations in the sea of human luck and rules.
"Interesting!" A whisper echoed in the palace, and at the same time, Empress Nuwa waved her slender hands, and the fluctuations in the fate of the human race and the rules of the sea were suddenly covered up.
At the same time, the secrets of the entire world began to become chaotic, and the information and fate of Han Hao began to become blurred, and eventually disappeared into the long river of fate.
Han Hao didn't know what happened on the Nine Heavens, nor did he know that the saint had just paid attention to him and covered up the secret for him.
What he didn't even know was that the moment Saint Nuwa cast her sight on him, his luck suddenly soared.
After all, as the highest status in the world, saints can, to some extent, represent the way of heaven and will of the world. Their every move affects the changes in the world and the destiny of all living beings.
Therefore, for an ordinary mortal, just a glance from a saint is enough to affect his destiny.
The sudden increase in luck made Han Hao's mind, which was still a little groggy and hesitant just now, suddenly become lighter. The sound of the ritual dance coming from the tribe became clearer and more lively, and suddenly before he could react, the essence and blood in his body began to circulate rapidly. , the bloodline was opened again without his preparation.
With the opening of his bloodline, Han Hao once again saw the vision of going up the mountain.
At the same time, as the blood vessels opened, the wooden stick in his hand became more and more powerful. The resistance from above suddenly collapsed. The faster and faster drilling speed brought greater friction. Then converted into heat energy. The temperature gets higher and higher until a spark suddenly appears.
In Han Hao's field of vision at this moment, he saw only a flame emitting scorching light, filling the entire world, suppressing the blood and blood flames on the mountain, and illuminating the surrounding jungle.
Although various strange phenomena continued in his field of vision, the movements in Han Hao's hands did not stop. He quickly picked up the finely chopped dry grass next to him, moved it to the sparks, and kept blowing them. Slowly, the sparks turned into small flames. As more wood is added, it grows larger and more prosperous.
As the flames rose on the ground, Han Hao heard a muffled sound in a trance, and then he saw a dark yellow light falling out of thin air in the sky.
Seeing this mysterious yellow light, even though Han Hao was in the special state of sacrificial dance, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.
The black and yellow light falling from the sky split into two parts after approaching Han Hao. One part was smaller, less than 50%, and fell directly from the top of his head, integrating into his body and soul.
"Xuanhuang merits! Great fortune." As the Xuanhuang light fell and merged into his body, Han Hao naturally said such a sentence in his heart.
At the same time, Han Hao also discovered that as the golden light of merit was integrated into his body, the weakness caused by the awakening of his bloodline with the help of external force today was disappearing. His soul became more transparent and lively, his physical activity was greatly improved, and he became more potential and more capable. plasticity.
The remaining larger part of the light of merit fell on the sticks and blocks used to make fire on the ground, as well as the first sparks to appear.
As the black and yellow merit fell, I saw that the ordinary sticks and pieces of wood just now were immediately stained with a layer of black and yellow color, which reflected the wood thoroughly and looked very extraordinary. However, this change did not last long. The light began to become introverted, and eventually returned to ordinaryness again.
At the same time, after receiving the light of merit, the first ray of sparks generated by drilling the wood directly put away the initial heat and light and turned into an ordinary flame.
"The brilliance is restrained, and the magic is hidden!" After seeing the changes, Han Hao said this sentence unconsciously in his heart.
As the light of merit was divided and absorbed, Han Hao seemed to have established a special connection with the wood blocks, sticks and flames. The flame flew directly from the fire, and Han Hao was caught unawares. Enter his body and disappear.
Han Hao became a little anxious, and after checking his body carefully, he felt an inexplicable connection in his mind.
"This fire has gone into my mind or the sea of consciousness." Han Hao thought with some worry, "I don't know if I can control it. I hope there will be no hidden dangers."
Just as the thought occurred in his mind, a flame suddenly appeared in front of Han Hao with a "bang" sound, startling him.
Feeling the faint sense of closeness in the flame, Han Hao could clearly feel any changes or even emotions in the flame, and he knew that he could control this flame.
After getting familiar with the flames, Han Hao picked up sticks and wooden blocks from the ground. These two things he could not put into his body yet, so he played with them for a while.
After carefully recalling the changes in his body and soul after the golden light of merit was completely integrated into his body, Han Hao said to himself happily: "It's really lucky today. Not only did I get merit, but I also got three treasures of merit."
"Hey! That's not right. I shouldn't have mood swings in my current state." Han Hao suddenly felt something was wrong. After feeling it for a moment, he realized that he had unknowingly separated from the resonance of the sacrificial dance.
But the strange thing is that although he was separated from the state of sacrificial dance, the strange phenomena in Han Hao's sight did not disappear.
"Is it because of my merit that I can control my bloodline's magical powers?" A hint of surprise flashed in Han Hao's heart. With this idea in mind, he couldn't wait to start experimenting.
Concentrate, keep feeling your eyes, and hint to yourself to turn off your powers.
Close your eyes and open them again.
The vision in Han Hao's eyes really disappeared.
"I can really control my bloodline powers."
Han Hao, who was extremely excited, couldn't help but keep opening and closing his eyes, getting familiar with his bloodline powers, until—
"Fire! There's fire here!"
There were roars of ecstasy accompanied by a noisy running sound.
