In the prehistoric world, Buzhou is at the foot of the mountain.
Several magnificent tribes are scattered on the land, and there are many people inside.
Ever since Tang Hao used ice cubes to extinguish the energy storm that day, the Great Wilderness human race has once again returned to its former prosperity.
And after the storm disappeared, those glaciers slowly melted and turned into streams to nourish the barren land and bring some life.
The wilderness is already short of water, but with glaciers, these human races will have a place to live whether they are farming or drinking.
For a time, the people of the Great Wilderness felt even more grateful to the gods who protected them.
They go from sunrise to sunset. Whenever night falls, they will gather together at the foot of the cliff and kneel down to worship the totem bathed in the light of the stars.
Since the human race had its own totem, the monster beasts that used to treat the human race as desserts from time to time have also restrained themselves a lot.
Although many monsters did not believe that the master of the big hand that day would care about the sacrifice of the weak human race, they did not dare to gamble.
It won't matter if you eat a few less humans, but if you are destroyed because of your appetite, it will be more than worth the gain!
When night falls, the lunar sky hangs in the sky.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a man wearing an animal robe and hiding his body stood outside a house in the tribe, looking up at the mountain wall not far away.
The big hand totem surrounding the sun, moon and stars exudes a faint glow under the starlight, covering several human tribes.
"It's a pity that my human race is weak and has no cultivation methods, so I can't do anything for the gods."
Sighing with some regret, a look of contemplation flashed across Zhisheng's weather-beaten face.
Since the birth of the human race, the living environment has been extremely difficult.
As one of the three ancestors of the human race, Zhi Sheng knew one truth deep in his heart, that is, there is no help without reason in the world.
Hongjun preached in order to collect luck.
Nuwa created humans for the purpose of meritorious deeds and becoming saints.
Even the former Great God Pangu's original intention of creating the world was to free himself from chaos.
Although Zhisheng still doesn’t know the true identity of the god, he is definitely the top existence in the ancient world!
Such existences are inherently superior.
Kneeling down and worshiping every day does not seem to have much meaning for this kind of existence.
In order to protect the tribe for a long time, Zhisheng began to think about other ways to express their gratitude to the gods besides kneeling down every day.
Pay tribute?
But apart from grains and grains, the best food in the tribe is just the flesh and blood of some ordinary monsters.
The gods probably wouldn't even take a look at these things, right?
Sighing helplessly, Zhisheng glanced around. Apart from houses made of wood, there were only some textiles.
Compared with the human races in other places on the ancient land, the conditions of these human races at the foot of Buzhou Mountain are considered to be the worst.
Located in the remote Western Wilderness, not only is the land barren, but it is also surrounded by hordes of ferocious beasts.
In addition, Buzhou Mountain is the birthplace of several ancestral witches of the Wu Clan, causing the population of the Great Wilderness Human Race to decrease drastically, making it the ethnic group with the smallest number of the three major human races in the Great Wilderness.
If it weren't for the protection of the gods, there would probably be very few humans left in the wilderness after the previous two disasters.
"By the way, I don't know if the gods can appreciate that thing."
At this moment, Zhisheng seemed to have thought of something, turned around and walked towards the wooden house.
He discovered knitting technology, built houses, and farmed and sown. Not only did he receive feedback from his merits to improve his cultivation, he also received a magic weapon given by heaven.
Not only did he have this magic weapon, but the other two human ancestors in the prehistoric era also had it.
Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, cultivated grass, and planted grains. He made great achievements and obtained an ancient cauldron that could be used to refine elixirs.
The Suiren clan tamed livestock, set up heavenly stems, and induced heavenly fire, ending the human race's history of eating hair and drinking blood, and obtained a green lamp that burned the fire of karma.
Zhisheng, on the other hand, obtained a map of the Kyushu Kingdom that recorded mountains, rivers, birds and animals, the sun, moon and stars!
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"Why are there two more patterns?"
In the bathroom, the shirtless Tang Hao looked at his chest, a little stunned for a moment.
I saw that on the mountain in front of my chest, in addition to the big hand holding the sun, moon and stars, there were two more patterns!
A giant bird exuding a noble aura stood on the top of the mountain, spreading its wings and ready to fly!
The giant bird is green all over, with distinct feathers, full of fantasy and magnificence!
In addition, in the southeast and northwest of the mountain, four sharp swords are suspended in the air, forming a sword array to set off the mountain!
The originally thick and majestic mountain now had a hint of scarlet, and wisps of red light surrounded the mountain!
Endless killing energy came out from the surface of his skin, and Tang Hao felt his eyes sting after just one glance!
The next moment, a sword formation that could destroy heaven and earth appeared in Tang Hao's mind!
The sea of blood surged in the sword formation, countless immortals and gods wailed, and all the Buddhas fell!
The endless killing energy almost made Tang Hao lose his mind!
What a terrifying four swords!
Tang Hao suddenly closed his eyes, feeling extremely horrified!
He had just stepped out of the door, why did the pattern on his chest change so horribly! ?
I can't stand it just by looking at it, it's a fantasy!
After half a quarter of an hour, the terrifying scene in my mind slowly dissipated.
Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes, but he did not dare to look at his chest anymore, but moved elsewhere.
He hurriedly picked up his clothes and put them on. Only when the pattern on his chest disappeared did he let out a sigh of relief.
What exactly is going on? !
Tang Hao, who calmed down, was filled with doubts.
He clearly remembered that when he took a shower in the morning, the pattern on his chest was just a mountain carved with big hands and the sun, moon and stars.
Less than half a day has passed. Not only has it become clearer, but there is also a blue bird and four terrifying swords.
Thinking of the noble and mysterious blue bird just above the mountain top, Tang Hao suddenly turned his head and looked towards the living room.
A glass box sits on the coffee table in the living room and is covered with a blanket.
When I left in the morning, didn't I just see a little girl calling herself Qingluan in the box?
Could it be that the change in the pattern on the chest was because of her?
What about the four terrifying long swords that exude endless murderous energy?
The next moment, an elegant-looking man appeared in Tang Hao's mind.
Did the four long swords around the mountain appear because of the man who asked for his Taoist number?
etc!
Those four swords before were not the legendary... Four Swords of Zhu Xian, right? ! !
His heart trembled violently, and the name of Master Tongtian suddenly flashed in Tang Hao's heart!
With his Adam's apple twitching slightly, Tang Hao looked at the box in the living room, his hands trembling slightly.
I had a conversation with the legendary Master Tongtian this morning?
For a moment, Tang Hao felt a little dizzy.
No wonder Tang Hao reacted like this.
Tang Hao himself felt a little ridiculous when he thought that the elegant-looking man in Taoist robes might be one of the legendary Three Pure Ones, the controller of Jiejiao, and the leader of Tongtian Cult, one of the six great saints of the prehistoric era.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao forced himself to calm down.
There were so many strange things that happened in the past two days that he was overwhelmed for a while.
Soon, Tang Hao, who had calmed down, remembered another suspicious point.
When the man who was suspected of being the leader of Tongtian Cult asked him about his Taoist name, his attitude seemed to be a bit off.
If that man was the legendary Tongtian Cult Leader, why did he talk to me in an ordinary tone?
Tang Hao even vaguely heard a hint of fear!
Could it be that...even the Lord Tongtian can't see his true identity?
