In the prehistoric world, the rising sun shines brightly on the world, but under the snow and ice in the sky, it does not bring much warmth to the earth.
The world is extremely deserted and lonely, with only the colorful glow that flickers from time to time, adding a little brilliance to this vast white world.
The weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and everything is lonely, but in the Yanjiang River Basin, where the human race has the Yan clan, people are still living strong.
Under the morning light, although the temperature was still cold, they had already walked out of the cave early and started the totem sacrifice enthusiastically.
The scent of incense and faith rises, following the inexplicable connection, and finally they all converge on the top of Ziyanling Mountain.
At this time, the top of Ziyanling Mountain was filled with purple air and the glow was shining, making the entire top of the mountain covered with a layer of purple gauze.
On the edge of the purple jade cliff, Yan is sitting facing the east sun. With each exhale and inhale, he absorbs the righteousness of the nine-day rising sun and absorbs the spiritual vitality of Lingshan Mountain.
At a glance, heaven, earth and people are integrated into one, and the inner and outer yin and yang are mixed together, as if the vast avenue appears in the world.
At this time, Yan's spirit and will were silent, and the acquired path of fire manifested into a world of flames.
The world is magical and fantasy, or it can resemble mountains and rivers, or it can transform all things into spirits.
A moment of destruction burns everything, a moment of warmth breeds civilization.
All these include the integration of yin and yang and the five elements, and the changes in the world are all within it.
The consciousness of Yan is manifested in the world. The world comes into being with one thought, and the world is destroyed with one movement. With every move, the world is under control, just like the supreme god of heaven and earth.
At that time, another purple light suddenly appeared out of thin air in the world.
Suddenly, the way of heaven and earth changes, the innate is derived from the acquired, and pure Yang righteousness permeates the entire world.
The scorching world of fire suddenly gained a touch of righteousness and vitality.
Yan Xin Shen is neither happy nor sad, calmly comprehending the subtle changes in the world, and his will is completely immersed in the great road.
Outside his body, the ground veins of Yanxia Zhenling Mountain were turbid, and he could feel the changes of the nine-day sun.
With each breath, Tao Yun's imagination seemed to infect the entire spiritual mountain.
Not far behind him, a spiritual root stretched out its branches and leaves, like a canopy.
The spiritual roots are luxuriant, and a purple branch naturally hangs down, entwining two magic lamps, one white and one black.
The magic lamps are hung side by side, one black and one white, like the two poles of yin and yang.
On the wick, two fireworks were as bright as beans, small but each exuding a different kind of brilliance.
Although the auras emitted by the two magic lamps are different, at this time, they are in you and I, and they are inexplicably entangled and blended into one body.
And in the sky above the two magic lamps, clusters of Xuanqi clouds filled with the scent of incense gathered out of thin air, and from time to time, tiny drops of air rain fell, constantly pouring on the magic lamps.
On the periphery of the magic lamp, there are spears and shields, floating and rising around the magic lamp. They chase and entangle with each other, and from time to time sparks will fly out and fall on the magic lamp.
At the same time, the acquired fire aura and the innate purple energy of the great sun spread from Yan's side and were continuously absorbed by the magic lamp.
With a multi-pronged approach, the magic lamp doesn’t see much change in appearance.
But inside, it is constantly accumulating resources and constantly changing bit by bit.
Just waiting for the opportunity to come, you can create miracles and monsters, and disembodied and transformed.
Time passed slowly, and when the sun gradually rose, Yan finally woke up from his silence and opened his eyes.
A flash of purple light flashed across his eyes, and with a thought in Yan's heart, the vision and various auras that had just emitted from his body suddenly disappeared.
On the top of the mountain, the purple air slowly calmed down, and Yan's breath was not leaking at all, and there was nothing strange about it anymore.
After getting up and taking a look at the tribesmen at the foot of the mountain who were heading towards the river in groups, Yan felt unusually calm.
He slowly turned around and walked back into the courtyard, taking a look at the magic lamp hanging on the purple branch.
After feeling his breath slightly, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
"The aura is getting stronger! It seems that the transformation is not far away."
At this time, nearly five years have passed since Emperor Juntian descended from Emperor Liuze.
In the past five years, due to the relationship between Emperor Liujian, although the world has remained frozen, there is a different kind of life in the world than before.
On the one hand, some plants are beginning to grow sparsely again in the ice and snow.
Although it's not much, it's still far from what it was before the world froze.
However, the earth finally gave birth to life again, leaving a glimmer of hope for all living beings in the world.
On the other hand, when the sky and the earth were frozen, the consequences of the death of countless creatures, after many years of silence, are finally beginning to slowly emerge and explode.
At this time, the sun is high in the sky, and it stands to reason that it is the time when the world is bright and the evil is retreating.
But in a tribe thousands of miles away from Ziyanling Mountain, under the blue sky and white sun, a group of people disappeared out of thin air.
For the Yan clan, the tribes here are considered peripheral tribes because they face the mountains.
Originally, before the ice, this place was relatively more dangerous because it was adjacent to mountains.
However, because of the mountains, there are abundant products and prey.
Not only does the tribe have abundant food, but the people in the tribe are also extremely strong because they have been fighting against wild beasts all year round.
He even has a reputation within the entire Youyan clan.
However, after the world froze, things changed somewhat.
Because this place is farther from mountains than water, in the first few years they could barely survive by relying on frozen corpses in the mountains.
But further back, when other tribes have begun to rely on fishing and hunting, here they can only survive under the heavy snow and frozen soil.
Today, after offering sacrifices, the tribe members once again walked into the mountains in small groups.
As the leader, Hao trudged hard through the ice and snow.
Behind him and to his left and right, dozens of tribesmen, tens of meters apart, were searching carefully along a former stream.
In front of them, two mountains pinched each other, forming a canyon. From a distance, it looked extremely deep and eye-catching among the white mountains.
Hao raised his head and glanced at the sun rising higher and higher in the sky, stopped and looked ahead.
Seeing the canyon, I didn't know why I instinctively frowned slightly.
However, he didn't think much about it. He just shook his head and immediately shouted loudly:
"Everyone, please work harder. There may be something harvestable in the canyon ahead."
This is not nonsense. This kind of canyon formed between two mountains can easily form a gentle valley in the middle.
Therefore, this kind of terrain often has a warm climate, lush vegetation, and many wild animals.
In this way, it will naturally be easier to find prey.
What's more, based on Hao's experience, it is very likely that vegetation will grow back in this relatively warm canyon.
With the goal in mind, everyone couldn't help but speed up their pace, and in a blink of an eye they were in front of the canyon.
Without hesitation, Hao led everyone in, and what they saw was an open valley.
In the valley, the low green clumps made everyone's eyes brighten.
"Quick! Everyone, look for it and see if you can find anything else!
What luck this time! "Hao shouted excitedly.
Just when everyone was full of expectations and excitement, they didn't notice that a strange mist suddenly rose in the canyon.
Then, in just the blink of an eye, the fog suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
The greenery in the canyon was still there, but Hao and his group of tribesmen also disappeared into the canyon.
The mountains and valleys have returned to their original state again, with nothing unusual visible.
But Hao and his tribe never came out again.
