After looking away for a while, Guo Sen finally eased up a little.

The strong feeling of dizziness made him a little uncomfortable.

Although he is now the will of a planet, he should not have such a wonderful feeling, but after the arrival of God, he will occupy the body of a primitive intelligent life, and he will feel all the experiences of being a human being.

Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, Guo Sen is not clear.

However, for quite some time, he really didn't want to experience any more divine presence.

Turning his gaze back to the tribe of the primitive people, Guo Sen found that they called out to their drunken companions again, shouting excitedly around the countless fires, and jumping up and down with their shoulders on their backs.

Ooh.

The shouts of these primitive people are not chaotic, but quite rhythmic, and the tone is either up or down, and it is not unpleasant.

And their jumping is also according to a certain law, with the shout, becoming more neat.

Could this be the most primitive song and dance?

Guo Sen couldn't help but think so.

This is yet another new discovery.

Compared to the intelligent beings encountered before, this race seems to be much more advanced in terms of "enjoyment", or "leisure and entertainment".

Whether it's the wine, the singing or the dancing, it's all about that.

However, Guo Sen wants them to develop in other places, such as ......

He looked at the fish bones piled high in the primitive tribes, the molten metal in the blast furnaces, the beautifully crafted clay pots, the sturdy animal skin pockets that kept all sorts of things, and the wine that was brewed, and the weapons that were like tridents, which had many uses, and the turtle dragons that they had ridden......

Suddenly, I found that what they were able to develop seemed to have developed very well.

Perhaps, it would be more perfect to introduce Nalegru from the mainland to this island for cultivation.

This race has been putting their own civilization ahead of the rest of the planet's civilizations for a long time.

Even the Birdmen may only be slightly better than them in weaponmaking and combat.

What are the things that limit the development of this race today?

Guo Sen raised his gaze and looked down on the vast island.

There are mountains, rushing rivers, vast forests, lush grasslands, and most widespread swampy areas covered with mud.

However, none of this seems to have had much impact on these primitive people.

They can take a trident and go to the inshore waters, where fish are abundant, to obtain a considerable amount of food, or they can take a turtle dragon to the not too far continent to collect leglu and honey as ingredients for winemaking.

I have eaten and drunk, and even enjoyed it.

What else are they missing?

Guo Sen had also discovered that the proportion of children in this tribe was not small, and perhaps the number of people in this tribe would increase dramatically in the near future.

Compared with the various intelligent creatures seen before, this group of primitive people can be regarded as perfect in all conditions.

He could also imagine that in the future, after they had developed their civilization to a higher level, they would become a rather powerful force.

The big white dumplings gradually rose to the highest point of the night sky, reflecting the light from the stars, letting the white light like a thin veil pour out among the tribe that had gradually become quiet.

The primitive people had extinguished most of the fires, and lay down in the chain of buildings, snoring everywhere, making the otherwise peaceful night a little noisier again.

Guo Sen didn't want to disperse this tribe, which had just had a powerful prototype, to this island, and even all parts of this land located in the extreme south, as he had done for the Birdman tribe before.

These primitive people have only learned to enjoy and entertain themselves without worrying about food, and in terms of fighting, Guo Sen has not seen them show anything.

Moreover, Guo Sen did not think that these primitive people could establish more tribes on the island on their own.

Although there are not so many animals on this island, if you want to deal with lonely primitive people, it is still a trivial matter, and it is a matter of adding a late night snack.

Guo Sen thought about it, and decided to add something to the lives of these primitive people.

With his mind, he easily turned over the mud near a creek near the tribe, and picked out the gravel from it, and threw it into the distance, digging a large deep pit.

Then he turned his gaze to the land, where the primitive people went to Leglu and carried some of the purple-red roots, along with the soil, to the deep pit on the island and buried them.

In this way, there is also Leglu on the island, which is similar to the land side, and primitive people do not have to travel thousands of miles to transport these already heavy and space-consuming root plants.

As for insect honey, Guo Sen felt that it would be more appropriate to let these primitive people pick it themselves.

After all, this huge island doesn't have such a large area of flowers, and even if they get those bugs here, they won't be able to find much to eat.

And Guo Sen couldn't let those flowers multiply here quickly in a short period of time.

Besides, if there is really everything on this island, presumably those primitive people will no longer continue to deal with turtle dragons, and this domesticated civilization will gradually die out.

After taking one last look at the primitive tribe, Guo Sen turned his gaze to the last piece of land—the bitter cold land in the far north.

When he completely split the entire ancient continent at the beginning, he did not think about squeezing the precious land resources into a low-temperature area that was completely unsuitable for the existence of any life, but the fact is that there is such a piece of land, and the center point is about to move to the pole of the sphere.

Such a large area of land is completely covered by glaciers, and there is not even a trace of land in the temperate zone.

Only a few extremely tall mountains remained, and the white snow stained the whole land into a desolation, and the black mountains were unusually striking.

Guo Sen looked at the land and searched carefully.

After searching for a long time, he didn't find any traces of life on it.

Neither trees, nor animals, nor even small insects or grasses exist.

There were ice, snow, rocks everywhere.

If you think about the north and south poles of the earth, they have not become off-limits to life like here.

There are at least penguins, polar bears, seals and so on.

Guo Sen couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, what should I do?

Is it to push this land in the direction of the temperate zone and make it a paradise for animals and plants again?

Or do you want to leave it as it is?

After thinking about it for a long time, Guo Sen felt that it was better to make this land the last pure land like Antarctica on the earth.

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