The alloy coffin sailed at a constant speed. Guzhou did not worry about space traffic accidents most of the time. Then he slept with a certain planet for tens of thousands of years in humiliation. He was forced to donate some genetic material to pay off the debt, and eventually became insolvent.

Pay for the coffin board as well.

The universe is mostly empty, and it’s scary how empty it is.

Even if you fly for millions of years, you may not be able to detect a single star or trace of material existence. It is dim and empty. Fortunately, Guzhou is just a dead soul with only rationality, and time can no longer defeat him.

The only sensibility falls on the star that has slept in Guzhou for thousands of years.

But now, Guzhou’s flawless sensibility is still autistic.

He was thinking about the genetic origin of the creatures on his home planet. Is there an ancestor similar to his own?

Is there an ancestor of ancestors behind my ancestors? Is there an ancestor of ancestors of ancestors of ancestors... This kind of thinking is autistic.

Thousands of years, ten thousand years, just a blink of an eye.

……

Fifteen thousand years ago.

The Jiuchongtian faction is quiet and peaceful, without any disputes.

On the outer layer of the sea water at the edge of Jiuchongtian, there is a shabby temple that looks like an unfinished building suspended. The sea water is swaying, shadowy, and bright and dark electric snakes are rushing on the pillars made of protein and sugar. They are charred black, one by one.

Water seeped into the large hole.

Like a dilapidated old house that has been in disrepair.

A cell man holding a hibiscus tree slowly flew up, patched it with a phospholipid bilayer, and covered the leaky roof with a layer of oilcloth paper.

Such patches are like the dense pockmarks on Wang Er's face, which have been applied countless layers.

At a glance, you can tell that there is a head of household who is diligent in taking care of the household.

The crumbling old house is constantly being repaired by the stubborn old guy. The patch of phospholipid bilayer is, in layman's terms, the cell membrane.

And this stubborn old guy is none other than Huang, the ancestor of Chaos and the ancestor of all living beings!

"Ancestor, it doesn't matter. Tribute Day is coming soon. If the three tribes send their sacred objects, the temple can be repaired."

Huang Zu encouraged himself and then excitedly reported today's work to Gu Zu. Although Gu Zu had been silent, Huang firmly believed that Gu Zu needed his own daily, weekly, monthly, annual and centenary reports.

,Millennium News...

Guzhou swore that he had never seen such a dedicated wage earner in his life.

Diligent and capable, no salary required!

It’s just a bit noisy!

"Report——"

Before Huang Zu finished reciting, a large group of Dayi Ancient Clan people swam over and lined up in the water, with no end in sight.

They knelt down with a shy but unashamed look on their faces, uniformly, as if they had been trained, and then began to cry and spray water.

"Old ancestors! We are miserable!!!"

"..."

Huang Zu, who was very angry that his prayer was interrupted, was speechless. He looked at the Qingsui man who not only came empty-handed but also cried loudly, and was slightly startled:

"What? You didn't collect all the tribute artifacts this year? Didn't you find any light-sensitive artifacts?"

After taking control of the three tribes, Huang Zu took charge of the stars and ordered the people of the three tribes to work hard to find light-sensitive divine objects. In order to prevent laziness, a fixed amount of divine objects and pure Yang Dao fruits must be paid tribute every year.

Even if it’s not a light-sensitive artifact, I still have to give it away!

Within a few years,

He built the divine objects into a magnificent temple like playing Tetris.

But...

The Qingsui people cried in grievance: "Huang Zu, we have worked really hard. We have already produced enough Pure Yang Dao Fruit to pay tribute to you, but..."

They paused for a moment, then started making small reports with crooked lips:

"Huang Zu, if you want to blame, just blame the Yan Mo tribe. They are greedy and keep asking us for the Pure Yang Dao Fruit. The Yan Mo tribe goes deep into the chaos to look for light-sensitive gods. They have suffered heavy casualties and urgently need a large amount.

The Chunyang Dao Fruit first aid, constantly splits to replenish the population!"

"For the great ancient ancestor! For the light-sensitive artifact!"

"We gave in time and time again and worked tirelessly to create Pure Yang Dao Fruit, but we still couldn't satisfy the appetite of the Yan Mo clan. We had to constantly use our great supernatural powers to incarnate in order to increase the population. To increase the population, we need a large amount of Pure Yang Dao Fruit and Divine Spirits.

Therefore, we can only urge the Yan Mo clan to collect the sacred objects and send them to us..."

"In order to collect more divine objects, the Yan Demon Clan must continue to divide. To continue dividing, they need a large amount of Pure Yang Dao Fruit. If they need a large amount of Pure Yang Dao Fruit, they need more Dayi people, and they need more Dayi people.

The Japanese must continue to divide, and if they continue to divide, they will need a lot of sacred objects..."

Their various explanations made Huang Zu as big as a cell.

He stood in front of the tattered temple with a hibiscus tree, like an old farmer guarding his tattered belongings. He suddenly had an unpleasant premonition and stared at these little guys with an unkind expression.

"What do you want to do?"

"Huang Zu..."

The Qingsui people were the most dramatic, and immediately fell at Huang's feet in grief, with tears streaming down their cheeks: "We are doing this all for our ancestors! In order to find the legendary light-sensitive artifact!"

Millions of people with green blood cells all raised their innocent eyes and raised their hands high above their heads, giving the impression of a beggar gang passing by.

"Huang Zu, please take pity on us and tear down some of the sacred objects from your temple, just a little bit!"

"With the divine objects, we can have more tribesmen, produce more Pure Yang Dao Fruit, and help the Yan Demon Clan explore chaos!"

Huang Zu's expression changed drastically, and he held on to the last old house: "No!"

Last year, the Green Cell people removed the roof.

The year before last, the Green Cell people had demolished the windows!

The year before last, the Qingsui people took away the door.

The year before last...

Now all that is left of this magnificent temple is a few pillars, beams and a few rags to protect it from wind and rain! How can I lend it out again?

Bastards of the Dayigu tribe!

You will eat your old age!

The people with green blood cells spoke plausibly, and even said "Oh!" they collapsed and rolled on the ground, shouting: "Huang Zu, everything we do is not for ourselves, but for the great cause of the ancient ancestors, to find the light sensitivity."

Work hard for the gods!"

"There is nothing more important in this world than ancient ancestors!"

"There is nothing more valuable in this world than a light-sensitive divine object!"

"The great and generous Huang Zu! Your wisdom is unparalleled in the world. You must not be able to refuse our request!"

For the sake of ancient ancestors...

Huang was shaken. His swaying body was pressed against the few remaining pillars of the temple. He felt aggrieved but had to be strong: "For the sake of the ancient ancestor! For the sake of the light-sensitive artifact, how can I not let go of this temple? You, you... move lightly

A little!"

"Ouch!" "Huang Zu is great!"

"Huang Zu's wisdom is unparalleled in the world!" "Huang Zu's benevolence and righteousness are unparalleled in the world!"

"Huang Zu, your achievements will be remembered forever by heaven and earth!"

They praised Huang Zu loudly and excitedly, just like they praised the Emperor of the Sun. They held their ancestor high and then PUA him.

Whoa!

They were simply from the demolition team, swarming into the temple like lightning, visibly dismantling the proteins into polypeptide chains, and the polypeptide chains into amino acids, and then carried them away. As for the sugars, they were moved away directly.

Huang Zu stood blankly outside the temple door, his body stiff.

These filial descendants justifiably demolished their ancestors’ homes to pieces.

Suddenly, Huang shouted anxiously.

"Leave me a few pillars!"

"Don't tear down the foundation!"
Chapter completed!