I fought alone to the end of the long river of time in the past, standing in the broken starry sky of the universe. The starry sky was full of blood. Corpses as huge as ancient sacred mountains could be seen everywhere...

The suit is broken, covered in blood, and his hair is disheveled. This is a somewhat desolate and peerless strong man.

The world is vast and devoid of any life. It is obvious that this is a lonely big man.

Looking at the past, present and future, the orthodox master of the universe shouted:

"Ah...are the future generations extinct? Why are there no successors to follow my footsteps?"

This loud question contains immeasurable sadness, and it also contains the shattering of great expectations for future generations.

The orthodox master of the universe is very lonely. He has been waiting for an extremely long time, but in the end he has waited for nothing. He is left alone wandering in the lonely chaotic universe.

The terrifying sound waves were so powerful that they not only shattered the surrounding sea of ​​stars, but also vibrated time and spread to the past and future.

Even though he was disappointed, the orthodox master of the universe still did not give up. He lay down in the giant earth coffin again and closed his eyes.

It is like a giant clay coffin that can save life and death, and it is like a big ship that shuttles aimlessly in the chaotic universe.

The giant clay coffin disappeared at the end of the universe, and only the words of the man in the coffin murmured in his sleep could be heard.

"I must find the origin of life, I must re-interpret innate reincarnation, I must let the world reappear, I must let my deceased relatives and friends come to me again, even if they never know me again..."

After the dreamlike words of the orthodox Lord of the Universe dissipated, the entire chaotic universe returned to deathly silence.

All people in the world who are buried in peace are returning to the embrace of the earth.

The souls of the dead and all creatures in the world are all the sources of the great road.

Era after era passed.

A great individual shines brightly and dimly in history.

Characters with extraordinary wisdom were born and disappeared one after another.

Countless powerful people were born in the ordinary and stood out. Their appearance and existence undoubtedly promote the continuous development of human social civilization.

Time and space have gone by forever, and countless ancestors fought desperately and shed blood on the earth.

How many people with lofty ideals continue to risk their lives bravely, countless ordinary people have turned into soil, and how many wise men have no regrets.

However, who stood at the end of time and watched all this? Who led the people on the ancestral land to kill each other? And who protected the people in the central world of the ancestral land?

In fact, it is ordinary people who protect themselves! They defend our homeland with their own flesh and blood.

On the ancestral earth, for a long time, countless ancient wars have been staged, and countless creatures killed each other.

But everyone knows that people and things on the entire earth are a community, but our Donglong Divine Kingdom has always been the central world on the earth.

Because we live on the vast land where the ancestor god (the god of all things) was born.

Who are our enemies? Do we all know who the demons who slaughtered our ancestors are?

Those demons that made our ancestors miserable are all inherited in our blood marks.

How much of the blood of our ancestors has the earth been stained with? How many dead bones of our flat-headed ancestors have been buried in the earth? Who caused them to die in the wilderness?

So, do you know who the enemy of our entire earth is?

Whenever we look up at the sky, who is our enemy in the distant starry sky? Who slaughtered the ancestors, gods and demons of our ancestral land, the earth? And who is fighting to protect us?

Who among ordinary people today would think about this? Those ancestors, gods and demons who fought bloody battles to protect our descendants have been buried by time.

It's just that the occasional and rare civilizational relics that remain convey something to us.

No one will believe that the civilization of our ancestral land, the earth, has been broken, and no one believes that our ancestral earth, the earth, has once been glorious. At that time, God loved the people and the people respected God.

There are rare relics of civilization in the long desert, and in the blue sea, there are strange places that we cannot touch. Those weird places hide traces of civilization...

Those figures who continue to resound in the echoes of history, those wise figures who shine brightly in time, where do they learn from?

Don't tell me that they are born with the seeds of good wise men.

Are there any weird power organizations or strange forces? Are they guiding the continuous evolution of human society?

Is it some strange world that has interfered with the growth of the ancestral earth? What is their purpose? Where do they want to lead the creatures on the ancestral earth?

Or are they accelerating the growth of their ancestral homeland, the Earth, to prepare for their plans? No one knows whether the future will be good or bad.

Regardless of whether the future is good or bad, we must remember those ancestors who died fighting to protect us.

Don't forget that it was they who resisted desperately, who fought to the end, who threw their heads and shed their blood, staining the earth with their blood, which led to the fault line in civilization.

Only then can we defeat the powerful enemy, and only then can we have the comfortable life and vigorous development we have today.

When we are born into blessings, we must not forget to always be alert to the unknown enemy...

Born in sorrow, died in happiness.

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At this time, the land of Donglong is no longer a cold weapon civilization, but a rapidly developing hot weapon technology civilization.

Reclamation of sea and land can also be done by flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, no matter how rapidly technology develops.

Many phenomena and unknown places on the earth are still beyond the understanding and reach of humans.

The world's largest volcano in the easternmost part of the world may erupt at any time; the mysterious latitude near the equator, the mystery of the disappearance of aircraft and warships in the Bermuda Triangle, the door to Fengdu that opens wide on the land of Middle Earth when the moon is yin and the sun is yin,

The Gate of Hell in Death Valley in Kunlun Mountains, the Magical Lop Nur in Western Xinjiang, the albino animals in Shennongjia... Wait, which one is not mysterious?

There are also the mysterious saffron, the unpredictable Tianshan Snow Lotus, and the Cordyceps that dies and regenerates. If a living thing eats it, it will experience nine deaths and nine lives.

There are also the weird and weird Bianhua flowers in the deserts of Western Xinjiang. When they are in full bloom, they can be found all over the desert and both sides of the Huangquan River;

And Gastrodia elata, which is the only pillar in the sky, Coptis chinensis with leaves like canopy, wood like fossils, and extremely bitter, tea trees with a long history in the land of Middle Earth; ginseng with ten thousand years in Changbai Mountain in northern Xinjiang, or dark matter discovered by scientific and technological research,

All of these are difficult to explore with technology.

Bustling metropolises are spread all over the Middle-earth, and in the far southwest, there is a primitive land.

That is the place where the God of All Things was born, the land of ancient Shu left over from ancient times, and the Kunlun Mountain (the ancestor of all mountains).

They are called the Great Land of Kunshu, also known as the Great Wilderness, but modern people call it Bashu.

This is still a relatively primitive place, with a strong wild atmosphere, many monsters in the deep mountains and old forests, towering ancient trees, mysterious old medicines, undeveloped divine gold and divine materials, huge beasts as big as mountains, and the indescribable giants in the Death Valley of Kunlun Mountains.

Ancient corpse.

As well as the terrifying gates of hell with lightning and thunder, the unpredictable and strange fluctuations in the Sichuan and Guizhou areas of Cuba... these and so on all demonstrate the unpredictability and terror of this vast wilderness.

On the outskirts of the wilderness, there is a small village built with mud houses.

To the east of this small village, there is a giant tree that grows in an unknown age.

You can count the leaves on its branches with your fingers.

Its roots are intertwined, like a dragon, appearing and disappearing in the earth.

This small village is located on a small root of a large ancient tree.

Viewed from a distance, the village seems to be just a few piles of dirt under the big trees, and the villagers are like little yellow ants.

In this village, there is a boy. His mother disappeared mysteriously, and his father also died of illness.

He has an older brother who left home for two or three years and went to a metropolis as huge as a behemoth.

He also has a little sister and an uncle who raised the two little brothers and sisters.

After his father passed away, he stopped studying.

Sometimes he went to the mountains to herd cattle, sometimes to hunt ferocious beasts, and sometimes to collect precious medicinal materials from the mountains.

Then, he took the medicinal herbs and beasts that could be sold for money and sold them in the market, in exchange for gold coins to support his family and for his little sister to study.

As the days passed, the boy followed his father's best friend to the Shenjin Mountains to collect divine gold. He worked with his thin body in exchange for meager gold coins.

The time soon came for the Lantern Festival, the annual family reunion. He happily returned to the village with a lot of gold coins.

Seeing his family, his sister, and his gray-haired uncle made the boy feel happy and warm in his heart.

The boy's name is Huangji and his sister's name is Huangxi.

They are little grass without a mother, left to be blown by the wind.

Time passes, the years fly by, the cold winter passes, the warm breath of spring fills the earth, and everything in the world is full of vitality.

Only the giant tree next to the village was still lifeless, showing no signs of sprouting.

The boy Huangji was fifteen years old at the time. He was lying on the huge roots of a big tree, holding grass in his mouth, looking leisurely and contented.

Look, his animal skin pants, which had been sewn countless times, exposed most of his white buttocks.

Look again at his pair of animal skin shoes, with black mud sticking out from the nails of his big toes, making him look so slovenly.

The smell of sweat on his body and the smell of his big toes made the old tree tremble. Huangji thought there was an earthquake...

Soon, little Huang Xi went to study. Her little brother Huang Ji sent her there. The only things she cared about most were her uncle and her sloppy little brother, right?

Time can always make up for pain, heal wounds, and always soothe the soul.

Summer is gone and autumn is coming. Huangji, who went out to work, returns home again.

This time he earned a lot of gold coins. He bought a lot of delicious food, clothes and gifts for his uncle and Xiao Huangxi.
To be continued...