Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

Honghuang is great, and Luo Zu is tiny. When he stood on the highest peak of the cave where the settlement was located and looked into the distance, he could not see Mount Buzhou.

Because the Honghuang land was boundless and vast, there were countless mountains and plateaus. Although Mount Buzhou was the highest, the mountain that could block Luo Zu's sight was also high enough to block Luo Zu's sight.

At first, he thought that the high mountain in the distant land in front of him was Buzhou, but his companions in the settlement told him that it was not, and he didn't know what the mountain was called.

As for Mount Buzhou, the old people in the settlement had seen it because they migrated from there.

In their description, Mount Buzhou was connected to the sky that was unknown how high, and it was the backbone of the great god Pangu.

As for the name of the great god Pangu, it was told to the first generation of human ancestors by Nuwa Niangniang, and then passed on to the second generation, and then to the third generation Luo Zu.

It will continue to be passed on in the future, from generation to generation.

As for how to return to his hometown Buzhou Mountain, the old man in the settlement could not answer, because he had walked too long and too far, and had forgotten it. He only remembered that he followed the direction of the setting sun.

He walked for nearly three hundred years, walked through big rivers, walked through high mountains and plains, walked through swamps and deserts, walked through snow and volcanoes, and finally walked to this land suitable for human survival.

During this period, his brothers died, friends died, there were 3,000 people when he set out, and only 121 people were left when he arrived. There were also new human beings in the middle, some died on the way, and some survived until now.

The two tribes of witches and liches can bully them, the unintelligent beasts will also prey on them, and natural disasters will ruthlessly deprive them of their lives.

The elder also told Luo Zu about an incident in which gods fought and mortals suffered. He didn't know which gods they were, and he didn't even see the shadow of the people. Their migration team was directly swallowed by half by the suddenly broken land.

He was lucky to escape. At that time, they could only run for their lives, depending on who was lucky, and there was no way to take care of other companions.

This fight is still fresh in his memory, and he still can't let it go.

He often teaches his juniors to stay away from things floating in the air.

After all, sometimes immortals will use magic weapons when fighting, and immortals are not all human-like. They may have the appearance of those liches, mountains and rivers, wind, frost, snow and moon, and so on. There are even very abstract ones...

"What is this?" Luo Zu looked at the picture drawn on the ground with a tree branch, and a question mark appeared above his head.

Simple lines outlined an octopus head, dragon body and leopard tail, and there were more than ten spherical objects floating around.

"Immortals." The elder answered.

He called all "animals" that humans could not defeat immortals.

Luo Zu could understand this. After all, the human race had only developed to the fourth generation, and everything was in a period of ignorance. There was no writing of their own, no habit of recording, only the habit of memory.

In the settlement today, Luo Zu was the only one who would try to record.

He recorded on the walls of the cave and on the furs obtained from hunting.

But he couldn't write "simplified characters" now, because there was no point in writing them. He himself couldn't see why these characters he wrote himself looked like ghost paintings, and the same character looked different every time he wrote it.

The final conclusion was that God didn't allow the human race to have their own characters.

The real reason was later known to Luo Zu.

'The powerful witches and liches joined forces to make all creatures in the prehistoric land only understand the characters of the witches and liches. '

Let's talk about Luo Zu's exploration of his own magical inner world.

He never stopped and was doing experiments every day.

He even named his inner world-Biosphere No. 9527.

Today's inner world is still in a stage of frequent cage replacement. Luo Zu puts the creatures he can catch into it in turn, letting them live and reproduce in it, and then throws them out of the inner world after the experiment, or directly "destroys the world".

But Luo Zu still couldn't find a way to use the inner world. The best way to use it is to act as a tool for transporting prey corpses.

"We still have to use the wisdom of our ancestors."

The wisdom of our ancestors that Luo Zu referred to was not the wisdom of the human race's predecessors who came to the prehistoric world, but the wisdom of the human race in the previous life.

Of course, as a socially inactive person, he only read novels and short videos after boring and repetitive work every day, and the wisdom he could understand was the vague memory of these two places.

At this time, he happened to encounter the bottleneck of his breathing method, so he wondered if he could use this inner world to experiment with the breathing method and try to break through the bottleneck in this area.

Luo Zu has now used the breathing method to fill every piece of flesh and blood in his body with spiritual energy, and nourished his flesh and blood, tendons and bones to develop in a stronger direction, but a year ago, he found that he could no longer inject spiritual energy into his flesh and blood, tendons and bones, and they all refused the injection of spiritual energy.

Luo Zu understood that the limit of his body had been reached.

This was only the tenth year since Luo Zu's breathing method was created.

Then Luo Zu went to consult other companions, some of whom also faced this kind of distress, and some had not yet encountered this problem.

Therefore, Luo Zu understood that the human body has its limits, even for the first generation of humans.

Luo Zu began to try to open up the so-called Dantian, but he did not find it. Instead, he injected the spiritual energy he absorbed into the inner world, but the inner world did not change.

After all, Luo Zu's breathing method is used by his own magical power, so every time Luo Zu uses the breathing method, the spiritual energy will actually pass through the inner world.

But after so many years, the inner world has not changed much.

It's just that the space is bigger, but it will slowly grow, and the injection of spiritual energy has not accelerated its pace of growth.

Although there is no change, Luo Zu, when his physical body cannot absorb spiritual energy, injects all the spiritual energy absorbed by breathing into the inner world.

As for the "wisdom of the ancestors", it is just a little comfort that Luo Zu gives himself in this vast and wild land.

But as time goes by, the memory of this aspect is gradually blurred, so Luo Zu often recalls these memories so that he will not forget his previous life in the long years to come.

Time passes slowly, and spring goes and autumn comes and goes for ten years.

The wild land remains unchanged, but the highest peak that Luo Zu once looked at has collapsed.

It was knocked down by a giant with eight arms and surrounded by red snakes.

The elders in the settlement said that it was a witch.

The one fighting against the witch was of course the demon tribe.

It was a tiger with six wings, also as tall as a mountain.

After watching their fight, Luo Zu had a strange dream that night.