Just a few days after the giant left, the jungle was once again quiet.

A group of hundreds of people, all of them strong, but for giants, but just ants like humans, quietly entered here.

Their movements were a little awkward, but they held a number of cold and scarlet weapons in their hands.

When I looked closer, I found that it was a weapon hammered out of stones, and there were many sporadic notches on it.

It was predictable how many ferocious beasts they had hunted behind the speckled scarlet.

However, no matter how hideous and fierce their appearance is, and no matter how thick and well-developed their limbs are.

As they stepped into the jungle, everything became so cautious, yet with endless reverence.

"Ahh

At this moment, one of the clansmen used his weapon to kill a small snake that wanted to sneak up on him.

The colorful blood, immediately under the reflection of the sun, emitted a brilliant light, but with a bit of unspeakable mystery.

"Wow!!"

But such a move seemed to be an extremely abrupt thing for the rest of the clansmen.

So, nearly a hundred pairs of eyes immediately looked at him, and one of them was a sturdy man who took the lead.

even lowered his figure again and again, but he still had anger and distortion that he couldn't hide at all.

Immediately, this young man, who seemed to have experienced a hundred battles but was at a loss for a while, put down the weapon in his hand.

Seeing that he was looking at himself a little blankly, the sturdy man who led the way had to point to the spear again and again.

He even directly used his neck to make a few poses that looked extremely bloody, it turned out.

The man's meaning is that if he can't control his hands anymore, then he won't wait for the beast to devour him.

His powerful people will definitely treat this bold young man as a sacrifice to his ancestors, so that he will die without a place to be buried.

So, when the young man understood, he fell to his knees in fright, and begged his leader for mercy in fear.

It wasn't until the leader saw his posture that he forcibly suppressed his anger, gestured again, and set off.

Immediately afterwards, the leader seemed to be familiar with all the vegetation and trees here, and he knew all the directions here.

After taking his people through the forest that stretched for many miles, he finally returned to the place where the Terran tribe once stayed.

Thousands of years have passed, and there is no longer any influence of the past in the station.

But the clean and tidy scenes everywhere, as well as the few old people who came out to greet everyone, all proved one thing.

Although time can make them remember all their painful memories in the past, it cannot make them forget the source of their own departure.

Immediately, after careful selection, they finally hunted some prey that looked sizable, and then placed them neatly and orderly on the small flat land.

Directly in front of the flat ground, a small statue covered in golden yellow seems to have passed thousands of years.

Quietly watching the descendants of future generations, they brought themselves the flame and incense that continued the bloodline roots and clan inheritance.

A middle-aged man with a colorful face painted on his face appeared for the first time in this small tribal camp.

Dancing hand in front of the ear statue in front of him, all the movements, but with a primitive and wild posture, some bleak, some spectacular.

Then, the colorless liquid was poured out of the bamboo tubes that people had brought with them.

It seems to be wine, and it is also like some kind of gift to honor one's ancestors, and as the loess spreads, it gradually falls to the deepest part of the ground.

After the memorial was over, all the clansmen, including the middle-aged man with a very colorful face, all went on the road.

This time, the sturdy man who originally led the team was no longer their leader.

Even the hundreds of people who came over in a group were suddenly reduced to about a dozen, and all of them had countless scars on their bodies.

Like a pilgrimage, like a journey at the other end, they walk through the dense jungle, turning a blind eye to the provocative and unscrupulous prey around them.

After an hour or two, they finally saw a majestic mountain.

The surroundings of the mountain have long since regained their long-term calm, dense flowers and plants, and scattered gravel.

Like the most natural barrier, but also like the most natural carving, let this mountain and all the other mountains, completely integrated.

The only thing that can explain the anomaly of this mountain is the appearance of this mountain.

Its head was huge, like a high and rising mountain, and the mountain spread out like a creeping giant.

Far and near, it is more than 200 meters, which is equivalent to more than 100 steps of these human beings.

And this time, the middle-aged man who took the lead, like a wizard, was more cautious and respectfully prostrate in place.

Then, step by step, he moved closer to the top of the mountain.

In front of the top of the mountain, there is also a stone mound raised high with stones, and around the stone mound are also lush flowers and plants.

By the time all the people were on their knees, they had climbed to the top of the mountain and the stone moth.

The middle-aged man finally stood up a little tremblingly, but with an unusually solemn respect and boundless respect.

He kissed the stone under his feet, knelt down and bowed to the endless heaven and earth in front of him, and then, with a sigh.

A sharp stone, from the middle of the man's palm, slashed fiercely, gushing scarlet blood.

Just like the most rare and precious rain between heaven and earth, it is completely sprinkled in this paradise outside the world.

Following the middle-aged man's movements, more than a dozen other people also cut their palms in unison, allowing their blood to soak the land.

They didn't make any sound, they didn't make any moves, they just quietly watched their blood drip down where their ancestors had struggled, and they enjoyed the power and glory that their ancestors brought to them.

A silent, but hearty ceremony without any delay was officially held in the depths of this jungle.

The only people who witnessed this scene, apart from the humans in front of them, were the ignorant beasts around them, and those ignorant flowers and plants.

Like their ancestors, these human beings, who have once again learned to use tools, have finally remembered the glory and power of their ancestors.

Once again, with boundless desire and faith, he walked on this land, like the most favored darling between heaven and earth.

"Tick-tock... Tick tock..."

After an extremely long wait, a few drops of liquid silently fell out of sight of the Terrans.

So, under the disturbance of these blood, a faint movement finally appeared in front of everyone.