I can't remember how many years ago, at that time, the entire multiverse was still in chaos, and later, a continent was born in the center of the multiverse, and this land alone occupied the entire cosmic plane, which was a flood.

Hundreds of millions of years passed after the birth of the flood famine, life began to be born on this continent, hundreds of millions of races began to multiply on the continent, and there was no harmony between all races, and disputes followed, and there were several major wars almost every day.

Since this continent was born in the center of the entire multiverse, it inherently gathered the aura of the entire multiverse, so most of the creatures born on the desolate continent were inherently powerful.

Some beings are hundreds of millions of feet long, and the size of a single individual can be compared to the planets of other planes, catching stars and moons, and doing anything, while others are born with the ability to control energy, turn rivers and seas, and just wait for leisure.

Therefore, the struggle of all races can almost be called the discoloration of heaven and earth, and the sun and moon have no light.

However, in the struggle of all races, there is a kind of creature that can only act as a bystander, and this kind of creature is inherently abandoned by the way of heaven, and has neither the strong body nor the power to control the energy, as if the heavens have specially put a lock on them and locked up all the good things.

The human race, which was abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, although it did not participate in the battle of all races, it did not mean that it was possible to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

On the contrary, the Terrans have lived a dark life since the day they were born.

The flesh of the human race is tender, and there are many people who like to eat human flesh among the ten thousand tribes, and every time they come to the human tribe, they will take a big mouth, and the whole tribe will become blood food.

The human race is beautiful, and some of the ten thousand races are only more than the human race, and they like to use people as playthings, and the lucky ones are slaves and maids, and the poor ones are no different from domestic animals, torture, killing, and dismembering, and do everything.

The only thing that surpasses all the races of the human race is the terrifying fertility rate.

The creatures of all races, giving birth to a child, often take thousands of years, and the powerful ones need 10,000 years, or even longer.

And the human race, conceived in October, once delivered, a full year of time, the newborn has been born, compared with the ten thousand races, it is simply 100,000 times worse.

Ironically, however, the strong fertility did not bring any benefits to the Terrans, but rather exacerbated the suffering of the Terrans.

Due to the strong biological ability of the human race, it can often grow into ten or twenty years, and all the tribes for the convenience of access, the human race is mostly raised as domestic animals, and the tribe is the ranch of the ten thousand tribes to support the human race.

Later, the horrific fertility rate and the wide range of "uses" made the Terrans a currency-like existence on the Wild Continent.

By chance, some of the desolate tribes began to try to settle the transactions between the two tribes with people, and after a try, it was several times more convenient than before.

In the past, the disputes of all races were mostly due to the uneven exchange of interests, and people, as the "consumables" and "necessities" of the Flood Continent, have a good "value preservation", and at the same time, for the valuation of the human race, the dispute between the ten thousand races is the lowest, and the use of people as currency can well balance the disputes between the ten thousand races due to the uneven distribution of interests.

Soon, this method of settlement with artificial transaction currency became widespread among all ethnic groups, and all ethnic groups began to generally use human intermediary currency to exchange their needs with each other.

What is even more ironic is that the war between the races has gradually subsided because of the lubricating effect of the Terrans as currency, although there are still disputes, but there are no major wars, which makes the Terrans more and more sought-after.

In the past, although the ten thousand races plundered and raised the human race, most of them were individual behaviors, and there was still a trace of human living space in the flood wilderness.

But after people were used as currency, all the races of the flood began to go out in full, and the human race was regarded as a resource, and since then, the bloody hunt for hundreds of millions of years has begun.

Angry, unwilling, for hundreds of millions of years, the blood of the human race has almost stained the entire wilderness, the tears have long since dried up, and the resistance has never stopped, but it is useless.

The ten thousand races are too strong, and one of them alone is no longer a human race that can be fought against, let alone against the entire flood wilderness.

Until one day, this day was no different from the past, and the capture team of the Ten Thousand Races still recklessly could not catch the Terran resources that seemed to never be exhausted.

But on this day, in an extremely remote place of the Terrans, there was a man named Gu and a man named Jun, and the two gathered the leaders of the main Terran tribes in the vicinity to show everyone a kind of power.

A power that only Terrans can wield - the Gene Lock.

Using this power, Gu threw a boulder weighing 10,000 catties out in front of all the tribal leaders present.

Yes, only 10,000 catties.

After that, on this stone, Jun took out some daily items from his arms, including knives, bottles, saucers, several flags, and a few swords, each of which was engraved with a few simple patterns, and in front of everyone, Jun let these items sway and fly.

After that, Jun distributed these few things, along with those that were not taken out, to all the tribal leaders present.

This 10,000-pound stone was called Fenbao Rock by later generations - although it was divided into some tatters at that time.

And the method of making these rags and making them fly is called Xiuzhen.

It's just that even Gu Hejun himself didn't expect that the point they researched, which was useless in the eyes of most of the tribal leaders at that time, became the foundation of the entire human race against the flood and desolation tribes later.

And this inconspicuous meeting also directly sounded the first clarion call of a battle against the sky that lasted for millions of years and spanned countless planes of the multiverse.

Also on this day, in an inconspicuous Terran tribe, a handsome young man opened his eyes in a daze, first looked at the simplicity around him in confusion, and then opened his mouth and spit out the first sentence since he had been in a coma for many days:

"Damn, I've crossed over. ”

Qiming's eyes gradually came back to their senses from the dazedness,

"So, I just crossed early, didn't I?"

Qiming muttered.

Immediately, he flipped his palm, and a delicate and small Taiji diagram appeared on his palm, hanging less than an inch from the height of his palm, exuding a quaint atmosphere.

"Old man, meet again. ”

Qiming said softly, and suddenly, there were waves on the Taiji diagram, as if celebrating the joy of reunion.

Then, Qiming raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, his eyes seemed to look through the sky and look into the depths of the universe.

"Flood, hehe. ”

Everything is in plain sight.