Time passes slowly, the lunar star rises higher and higher in the sky, the yang energy on the earth gradually fades, and the yin energy slowly rises. On the ancient land, monsters start to move strangely, either harvesting yin energy to refine the starlight, or eating blood energy to refine the evil spirit. .
In the cave where the human tribe lives, the humans who had gone to bed early in the past were still gathering in groups to talk and talk without any sleepiness tonight under the blazing fire.
Today, the tribe has experienced too many surprises. The emergence of backpacks has changed the tribe's collection and shipment dilemma; the rekindled bonfire has made the tribe's night safer; and the emergence of barbecue has completely changed the tribe's taste. and eating habits.
As the initiator of all changes, Han Hao has naturally become the most talked about person. However, since they witnessed the process of Han Hao drilling wood to make fire, Han Hao has begun to become mysterious and even sacred in their eyes.
Therefore, except for a few people like the clan leader, other clan members now began to respect and even awe him, and inadvertently began to keep a subtle distance from him.
After Han Hao had the most comfortable dinner since awakening his past life memories, he accompanied his mother and several younger brothers and sisters to talk for a while, then went alone to the vent where he stayed last night.
This is a relatively remote corner of the cave. After seeing Han Hao coming, the only few tribesmen also said hello and got up and left, leaving the corner under the vent completely to him.
Han Hao looked at the leaving tribesmen, feeling a little helpless but also relieved. The helplessness is because everyone inadvertently isolates him while respecting him; the relief is because the memory and habits of modern people have caused a huge generation gap between him and his tribe, and it is always a bit awkward to get along with him.
"This can be considered a gain and a loss!" Han Hao shook his head with some self-mockery, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to practice the bloodline magical power he had just been able to use.
Han Hao concentrated slightly, opened his eyes effortlessly, and began to test the function of his eyes.
He first looked at the tribesmen in the cave and saw the three bright and dark fires on their bodies and the brilliance of blood energy of different strengths and weaknesses. At the same time, he also vaguely saw a pillar of air on each person. Although he couldn't see it clearly, Han Hao knew that these pillars represented the destiny of each person.
After testing the function of observing people, Han Hao turned his eyes to the ground again. As expected, his eyes effortlessly penetrated the layers of soil and rocks, and clearly saw the situation underground, until he was ten feet away. Next, the vision began to blur.
After that, he looked at the sky through the vent, and then he clearly saw every feather on the big bird flying over it at a height of several hundred meters.
Finally, he looked inside himself and witnessed the colorful micro world outside the macro world. Although he could not see the world of flowers, it still opened a window to a new world.
After constant testing, Han Hao basically understood the magical power of his bloodline. First of all, it has a function similar to the legendary Yin and Yang Eyes or Dharma Eyes. It can observe the number of Yin and Yang Qi, and can see far away and microscopically.
Although many of these abilities are only scratching the surface and have no more practical value, this is a good start for Han Hao. In the future, he may not be able to shine like those famous divine eyes in the three worlds in later generations.
After testing the function of the Divine Eye, Han Hao then tested the duration of use and even taboos of the Divine Eye. In the end, he only tested that he could only continue to open the Divine Eye for a quarter of an hour. Once this limit was reached, he would have a bad feeling in his heart.
After closing his spiritual eyes, Han Hao shook his dizzy head. After taking a short rest to calm down, he began another attempt to meditate in the ancient times.
Han Hao had no choice. As a mortal, living in a primitive tribe, he had no access to people who practiced Qi cultivation, so he didn't need to think about any magic secrets.
For Han Hao now, all he has access to are some physical training methods that have been summarized in the tribe for thousands of years. These methods are not necessarily comparable to the scientific training methods of previous lives. The emergence of warriors with strength up to a thousand kilograms in the tribe mainly depends on the bloodline and the abundant aura of the prehistoric environment.
Therefore, now Han Hao does not dare to expect to obtain any magical manuals, and he does not have access to even the most basic qi training methods. However, how could he be willing to be a mortal for the rest of his life after he finally reached the prehistoric era.
Therefore, he can only hope to find a way to enter the path through meditation and other methods. After all, although meditation had no effect in previous lives, there are many legends about it.
In addition, the clan leader also said that tribal sacrifices obtain abilities through similar methods such as sitting quietly and getting close to nature.
In Han Hao's view, this kind of behavior of obtaining transcendent and mysterious abilities through artificial training is close to cultivating the Tao and has the prototype of a Qi practitioner.
Han Hao sat quietly under the moonlight. He was in good condition today, and his heart quickly calmed down. The sounds of clan members' activities and conversations in his ears were gradually abandoned by him, and finally, his whole body and mind completely relaxed.
Time passed slowly, and the tribesmen began to rest one after another. The cave gradually became quiet, with only the roaring bonfire making crackling sounds from time to time.
Han Hao still sat motionless and quietly. His mind was very calm now. He felt darkness and silence, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with such darkness and silence. He just watched quietly. Feeling it, without any thought of changing it, as if it had nothing to do with him.
In such a state of no thought, chaos and unconsciousness, he could not perceive any changes in the outside world, nor could he understand the passage of time until a certain moment.
In the darkness, he suddenly felt an inexplicable connection. The connection faintly exuded light and warmth, and he followed it instinctively.
Then with a bang, he escaped from the darkness and came to a chaotic space, where a bright yellow flame floated, quietly emitting bright yellow warm light, illuminating and washing the entire space.
The previous connection was emanating from this bright yellow flame.
"This is my sea of consciousness!" I don't know why Han Hao's calm heart was filled with ripples, but such a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.
The ripples in his heart disappeared just as quickly as they came. In just a thought, Han Hao calmed down again, just like before, just quietly sensing everything in the space. Except for the space environment, nothing seems to have changed.
In this situation, Han Hao didn't know how long it had been before he suddenly followed the connection with the flame and sensed a trace of rhythm on the flame.
The flame seemed stationary in the space, but now Han Hao felt a faint change in it. It seemed to be breathing and moving in a regular rhythm.
In the silent space, the only change in rhythm attracted all the attention of Han Hao. Slowly, his mind began to rhythm with the flames unconsciously.
