One Planet for Everyone: Starting to Build a Cultivation Civilization

"Are you sick? Is it so difficult to sleep?"

The boy was so angry that his chest heaved and he jumped up from the bed.

"It's a damned nightmare. It's not enough to quarrel with me once, but I have to quarrel a second time. It's impossible for me to sleep again today."

The boy sat on the bed depressed, with a messy expression on his face.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder outside the window, and a tall and thin shadow was reflected in the light of the thunder.

The boy trembled in fright, and subconsciously wanted to ask who was outside, but just as the words came to his lips, his eyes rolled and he held back.

The boy lay cautiously on the bed without making a sound, pretending to be asleep, but with his eyes narrowed, he secretly stared in the direction of the door.

It was still raining heavily outside the window, and the wind was howling. The black shadow reflected by the thunder seemed to have disappeared without any movement.

The boy didn't dare to make a sound, and continued to pretend to be asleep. He couldn't help recalling the scene of the middle-aged man chopping meat with a knife in his mind.

"The black shadow at the door, can't it be Uncle Sun?"

Thinking of this, the boy thought of the nightmare he had before, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"If this person is really Uncle Sun, why is he outside my room in the middle of the night?"

The boy's intuition has always been very keen, and he sensed a dangerous aura from this black shadow.

Suddenly, the wooden door creaked and opened.

A scrawny man stepped into the door under the light of thunder, with a taupe tail trailing behind him.

The boy's heart sank suddenly, it was really him, and in his hand, he was holding a kitchen knife dripping with blood.

But even so, the boy did not believe that the middle-aged man would kill him.

Maybe the middle-aged man just happened to pass by and came in to see him?Maybe the bloody kitchen knife he was holding was just a trivial misunderstanding?
The boy plucked up his courage and sat up, looking at the middle-aged man who was gradually approaching.

"Uncle Sun, it's so late, what can you do for me?"

The middle-aged man's footsteps then stopped, and a pervasive smile appeared on his thin face: "Xiaolong, uncle can't wait any longer, so I'll take you to see Xiaolang tonight, okay?"

The boy's heart skipped a beat: "Uncle Sun, little wolf...where did he go?"

As the thunder flashed, the boy clearly saw the middle-aged man's withered arms resting on his stomach.

"Little wolf, it has become a part of uncle's body. It's warm and warm inside. Compared with this cold and cruel world, it's much more comfortable."

The boy only felt that five thunders were hitting his head, and his little face turned pale in an instant.

"Uncle Sun, give the little wolf to..."

"Not only the little wolf, but also the little sheep, little tiger, and little rabbit. They are all together and will not be alone."

It turns out that those partners who succeeded in transformation and were adopted by kind people have all been buried in this man's belly?

An unspeakable sadness flooded into the boy's mind in an instant, making his eyes teary and his body trembling.

"Why, Uncle Sun, why did you do this?"

Recalling the tenderness and care of the middle-aged man before, the boy found it hard to accept it for a while.

This Uncle Sun, who has taken care of them for several years, turned out to be a demon that devours the same kind!
"Xiaolong, Uncle loves you all, but... Uncle also has problems with Uncle, if he doesn't eat you, Uncle will die."

Seeing the middle-aged man getting closer and closer, the boy backed away in a panic, but soon leaned against the wall, unable to retreat.

"Xiaolong, don't resist, uncle will be more gentle. Close your eyes, it's just a momentary pain, and everything will be over."

Seeing the bloody kitchen knife approaching gradually, the boy was filled with grief and indignation, but he was helpless.

Just when the boy was about to despair, a familiar voice sounded in his mind again.

"Your strength has actually surpassed him a long time ago. It's just that you have suppressed it for too long, which gave you this illusion of powerlessness."

"Release those two horns that are retracted into your head. They are the source of your strength, but you have always been ashamed of them. Instead of knowing how to use them, you are desperately suppressing them."

"Only by looking at yourself, accepting yourself, and appreciating yourself can you truly control yourself and gain your own power."

The boy instinctively rejected the voice, but at this moment, life and death were at stake, and he had no choice but to believe it.

All along, the boy has been trying his best to suppress the two horns on top of his head, because he is afraid of being recognized as a monster, and he is also afraid that other children will mock him as a freak even more.

But today, the crisis of death is in front of him, and he can't control so much.

With a thought of the boy, the shackles wrapped around the two horns were instantly untied, and two sharp horns emerged from the two big bags on top of his head.

At the same time, a long-suffering power poured into the boy's body again, and the powerful aura rumbled in his body like an explosion!

The boy stretched out his hand to grab it, and the middle-aged man's hand holding the kitchen knife froze in mid-air, unable to move it.

"Xiaolong, you..."

The middle-aged man was frightened. Although he was seriously injured, his cultivation was getting lower and lower, and he had already fallen into the Qi refining stage, but he should have no problem at all against a five or six-year-old young demon.

But now, the boy only showed the characteristics of a demon and liberated his nature, and he was able to catch him at once. This kind of power has far surpassed him!

"Xiaolong, could it be that you are really..."

The boy pushed forward fiercely, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground, and the bloody kitchen knife fell to the ground with a thud.

The boy who has liberated his power has become more sharp in thinking.

He looked around and asked, "Who are you?"

Obviously, what the boy was asking was not the middle-aged man who fell to the ground with a frightened expression on his face, but the mysterious person who had given him hints at key points many times.

"Actually, in the two human history books you have read, you have seen descriptions about me more than once."

There was a hint of enlightenment in the boy's eyes, but it was covered up by greater confusion.

"There have been many heroes in the history of mankind, who have promoted the development of the entire human civilization. Although I am a demon, I also admire them very much."

"However, no matter how powerful the arrogance of the past and the present, it can only amaze one era, and in the end, it cannot escape the erosion of time and the end of its lifespan."

"Death is the eternal destination of all life. In this world, the existences that have been recorded in the history books have been buried forever in a certain period of time in the past. How can they stand alive in front of me?"

Faced with the child's doubts, Yang Fan was silent for a moment, and then slowly said:
"20 years ago, I took a fancy to a bright young boy, accepted him as an apprentice, and taught him everything. In the following decades, he laid the foundation for the development of human civilization, dedicated himself to death, and died."

"12 years ago, human civilization was divided into dozens of tribes, intrigues and wars continued. A young child carried my will and led the dragon tribe to sweep across all directions, rule the world, and establish the Great Xia Dynasty."

"11 years ago, human beings were unable to break through the Qi refining period, and the road to immortality was extremely difficult, almost desperate. I stretched out my finger, and a beam of bright golden light fell from the sky and landed on a newborn baby."

"This baby is the first monk in human history to break through the Qi refining period, and at the same time established the first immortal sect in human history."

"At the age of eight in 190, he returned to his hometown for retirement. Hundreds of spirit beasts tried to surround and kill him, but he was swept away with a sword, and his liver and gallbladder were shattered. He dare not go down to Lingshan in this life."

"These people I mentioned had a common name for me when they were still alive."

"Father."