Chaos does not count years.
Just as the people in the Colorful Realm collectively marveled at the fact that the True Immortals that shrouded the Gungun Lords collectively ascended and disappeared, their upper realm, the Prehistoric Realm, was experiencing an extremely strange creation in the distorted time and space.
From the pure and turbid air that was originally separated at an extremely slow speed, a strange giant life was suddenly born from scratch.
It has a slightly human outline, but it has a head like an octopus with many tentacles, and its body is like a large ball of gelatin covered with scales.
There is a pair of tattered wings on the back that don't seem to have grown into shape.
The lower body seems to have only two legs, but the two thighs below the knees have all turned into a large number of tentacles, which feel a little like a mop.
All the tentacles on its head floated upward, piercing deeply into the fresh air above.
The tentacles on the lower body are like tree roots, implanted into the sinking turbid air.
As this strange life grew larger and expanded, heaven and earth began to separate at an accelerated rate.
Day after day, year after year.
I don't know how much time passed, but this nameless life that was suddenly born suddenly collapsed again as if it had exhausted all its power.
Its eyes turned into the sun and moon.
Most of the tentacles above the head scattered and turned into little stars.
Dark green blood spurted out from the void, but when it fell to the ground transformed by the turbid air, it suddenly turned into clear water.
However, among the many tentacles on its head, the largest one did not turn into a star. Instead, it underwent fission and turned into three humanoid creatures.
Among the countless tentacles under his feet, twelve stood out and did not melt into the muddy ground with the other tentacles.
The twelve tentacles, like the gourd doll, slowly transform into twelve life forms.
Finally, between the void of heaven and earth, at the core of the disappearance of nameless life, a man of white light walked out.
When he walked out, the nameless life's body completely exploded, and countless fragments mixed with various remaining chaotic energies were scattered into the endless distance.
"My name is Bai."
The white light man called himself.
These more than ten new lives are still in a state of immobility.
They possess vast amounts of innate memory, but have never truly been in contact with the world.
They are always thinking.
"From today on."
"Your name is Taiqing."
"Your name is Yuqing."
"Just call Shangqing."
The man of white light did not ask for permission or disagreement, and just went about his business and gave names to the three humanoid creatures in the sky.
"As for you."
"Dijiang."
"Jumang."
"Zhu Rong."
"..."
The twelve strange creatures transformed by the twelve tentacles on the ground also received their names with a confused look on their faces.
After the naming was completed, the white light people disappeared, leaving only them who were still thinking.
The way these innate beings treat their bodies is like getting a complex machine with thousands of pages of instructions. They dare not move or do anything.
I just kept browsing countless innate information there.
And he kept mumbling his own name over and over again.
…
"This time I want to be a real innate being. I wonder how many of them can succeed?" The man of white light came to a small hill and said to himself as he looked at the vibrant life below.
This mountain is bare, and there are even some suspected remains of flesh and blood on the surface. It seems to be a skeleton after the explosion of Kaitian's life.
From time to time, there are some innate creatures passing by at the foot of the mountain, wandering aimlessly.
They stop and go, and occasionally rely on instinct to lick the remains of flesh and blood on the ground, or in other words, the condensation of innate chaotic energy.
As innate beings, they do have a lot of bloodline information, but the situation they display is not much different from the animal world.
In general, the virtual world's sexual addiction is comparable to that of ancient gods, but the real world's sexual experience is a blank slate.
There is countless information in the bloodline, but it is all just talk on paper.
When it comes to living, I feel at a loss.
…
As for the white light person, it is Bai Mo.
Unlike other true immortals who have fallen into amnesia and reincarnation, he reincarnated with all his memories and became the first innate being in this world.
But still no opportunity was found.
Different from the seventh-level true immortal who overcomes the tribulation, you only need to awaken yourself to pass.
He still had no idea how an eighth-level true immortal would survive the tribulation of reincarnation, so he had to create a new life and slowly think about it and experiment.
Bai Mo regarded the remaining seven true immortals as friendly collaborators.
…
Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.
Bai Mo sat on the top of the mountain, thinking and observing.
The world is his proving ground.
The top of the mountain was originally bare, but at some point, a seed fell.
The seed took root and sprouted in this barren place, and grew into a small tree.
Small trees bloom and bear fruit.
It turned out to be an apple tree.
It was also the seed that Bai Mo collected from the Green Witch King Yanhuo.
After a round of innate baptism, the peach blossoms stopped blooming, and they returned to their original nature, growing apples again like their ancestors.
A strong wind blew.
The ripe apple did not fall on Bai Mo's head, giving him some sparks of wisdom.
Instead, he did a diagonal throwing motion, flew all the way to the bottom of the mountain, and hit an ordinary dragon, a phoenix, and a unicorn at the bottom of the mountain.
The design blueprints of the three beasts are the Four Sacred Beasts that have worked in the White Land for many years.
When the apple hit their heads, I don't know if it was due to the religious allusion that apples are the fruit of sin, but for the first time, the three innate beings had some wonderful ideas.
My androgynous body turned out to be so tempting!
Yes.
lure!
These innate creatures are all hermaphroditic.
It's just that they have never thought about the concept of ethnic groups.
Everyone is born to breed. What is reproduction? Can it be eaten?
But the result of their innate sin seems to have enlightened them.
Opened the door to a new world.
So under this small mountain peak, they began to conduct an in-depth exploration of their androgynous bodies.
Among them, Xian Tianlong's exploration was the most explosive.
It began to try to stuff the dragon's tail into its mouth...
If it were an ordinary creature, such an operation would at most cause its throat to get stuck.
But that was the innate true dragon, the first androgynous innate true dragon!
It swallowed it all the way, and when it reached a certain position, it seemed as if it had triggered some special signal.
It discovered that it had inadvertently created a new life, a young new life that was very similar to itself!
Innate creatures always have only themselves and never have a group.
But at this moment, the real dragon discovered that having a new "kind" seemed quite interesting.
(End of chapter)
