The Twilight tribe is located in the northernmost part of the Yanhuang Continent, and the entire tribe is located in a mountain recess, and a tribe of a thousand people is not even ranked in the name of the entire continent.

Sawdust flew and the sound of beating was heard from time to time, and on a small hillside to the west of the tribe, Xu Mo, who was shirtless, built the walls around the house with stones, and the roof was made of large trees, and then some small branches were used to lay a dense layer outside, and then some thatch was collected on the hillside to cover the roof.

In this way, in the evening, the prototype of a house has been built, and because of the time constraints, the internal structure of the house is not equipped with many things, a simple wooden bed, with a set of stone tables and stone benches, is all the things in the room.

Maybe it was a little sloppy, but for him now, these things were enough, probably packed up, went to his uncle's house to ask for some food, and then went back to where he lived.

Sitting on the stone bench, looking at the food he begged from the blacksmith, Xu Mo made a difficulty, the tribe that often went into the mountains to hunt, the most important thing was meat, so most of the food given by the blacksmith was the meat of some animals, but in addition to these meats, a yellow flour-like food made him feel helpless, brown yellow, and accompanied by a peculiar smell, there was a rough feeling in his hand, although the blacksmith gave him this thing, but he didn't say what to do, there was no way Xu Mo. I could only put this thing aside, hastily ate some jerky and lay down to rest.

The early morning sun poured down on his face from the window, and there were bursts of shouts from the window, and he put on his clothes and got out of bed in a daze, and after washing up, he pushed open the door and walked towards the place where the blacksmith was.

On the road, you can always see many men from the tribe, or carrying spears, or iron spears, and a team of thousands of people appeared in a small simple martial arts training field, or practicing or sitting cross-legged with wisps of purple qi.

Unconsciously, I have lived in this place for a long time, and I probably know a lot about this world, Yanhuang Continent, the name seems to be a little similar to the previous life, but the difference is unimaginable.

The people here will never believe in the gods, Buddhas, ghosts, immortals and demons, because these are all alien races, and the Heavenly Dao gives birth to hundreds of races, but our human race occupies the happy land of the Yanhuang Continent, and the rest of the hundred races all feed on our human race.

The rest of the hundred races, except for our human race, are born with a strong body, and powerful people can even pick the stars and take the moon, killing our human race like a mustard.

It is precisely because of this unwilling human race that has set off a struggle for tens of thousands of years, and some sages in ancient times were not to be outdone, and imitated the people of the hundred races to create a cultivation method suitable for the human race.

Among them, the human beings who have cultivated to the Mirror of Profound Depths have the power to fight with the top masters of the other hundred races, and even more so, they can even suppress the hundred races when they cultivate to the top moment, and the emperor of the human race has become the collective name of this supreme cultivation mirror.

Perhaps born to be the emperor in the war, each generation of emperors is on the battlefield to break through the original realm, followed by endless risks, but "the day is long, the moon is full of profit and loss" each generation of emperors will be born less than a thousand years will be transformed into a way and die for various reasons, and even a few emperors died quietly before they sat down and did not have time to fight for the peace of the human race.

When each generation of human emperors sits down, it is the time when the hundred races are ready to attack the human race, and the human race will face a grand catastrophe, and even the most serious time when the human race will not survive a single one, and the race will be almost wiped out.

This kind of thing was not alleviated until the time of the previous generation of human emperors, Xuanyuan clan, but this Xuanyuan clan ascended to the throne of human emperor for only one year, and fell in the battle between the human race and the hundred races, and it was precisely because of his leadership that the top combat power between the hundred races was exhausted, bringing peace to the human race for ten thousand years.

Until this time, Xu Mo seemed to understand who the figure of Wei'an he saw in the stone cave at that time was, maybe that figure was this Emperor Xuanyuan at the beginning.

The great wars that broke out one after another, even the body of the emperor was full of exhaustion, but even so, the human emperor who dragged his tired body still made his last effort for the peace of the human race.

After Xuanyuan, there was peace for 10,000 years, and similarly, the position of the human emperor has long been cut off for 10,000 years, perhaps because the breakthrough of this realm requires an opportunity, so that the position of the human emperor has been cut off since then.

Although Xu Mo didn't know if the place he was in was still the earth in a sense, the world here gave him an infinite yearning, in order to survive at all costs to resist foreign invasions, in order to protect his homeland, desperately improve his cultivation, everything here is for everyone to live and protect.

Galloping the field, killing aliens, every man has such an idea of making a contribution in his heart, and similarly, he also has such a wild and yearning for freedom heart, in the past, he could only live in endless darkness, did not have many friends, could not appear in public, was not allowed to fall in love, and even the rest time needed to be set by others.

The endless emptiness, for the human species, is even more than the destructive power of the virus, more than ten years like a day, regular life, numb killing, not having a conversation, and always being depressed, is the true portrayal of his life.

For Xu Mo at this time, mountains, rivers, endless wilderness, laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you laugh, no restraints, no burden, no need to be a killing machine in the hands of others, no need to care about other people's feelings, these are what he wants most, since he came to this different world, the whole person seems to have let go a lot.

In the days here, Xu Mo also knew some of the differences in this world, the place where he is now is just a small tribe on the northern border of the Yanhuang Continent, compared to the tens of thousands of kilometers of border of the barbarian beast clan, there are countless such tribes, and they are often the forefront of resisting the brute beast clan, which is why the thunder cannot move every morning to practice, in order to keep the body in the best state at all times, in addition to the daily drill, every once in a while will choose a part of the people to go deep into the territory of the brute beast clan, and maintain this bloody nature by fighting with the brute beast。

Due to the restrictions of inheritance and cultivation, the tribes on these borders only play a buffering role for the invasion of the hundred tribes, and they can't intervene in the wars of those top combat power.