The chaos of the past thousand years has shattered countless ancient classics, and even turned them into dust of history.

Even the primeval people who were separated into three worlds vaguely knew that they had the same ancestor and the same blood flowing in their bodies.

But the thousand-year-old chaos has made them develop a gloomy, vigilant, and even nervous character, not to mention these "distant relatives" who have been separated for thousands of years and have different appearances, even if they are real siblings, in order to survive, they don't know how many they have killed.

Therefore, when the primeval people of the three worlds hugged each other tightly, neither of them felt much heat from each other.

Instead, he smelled the hostility and ambition that seeped out of the pores of the other party, which was unusually familiar.

"The other party's world has abundant resources, as long as you can get your hands on it, you can restore the glory of the primeval civilization in its heyday thousands of years ago!"

"Look at these ugly-looking, god-worshipping fanatics, we will never admit that they are our kind!"

"These guys don't worship the true gods, but instead regard themselves as the seeds of gods and demons, thinking that after cultivation, they can become gods? Desecrate! This is nothing short of blasphemy! The earth and the world of cultivating immortals have been far away from the glory of the true gods for too long, so that demons are rampant and there is no way to be hopeless, and we have to use faith and blood to cleanse these two worlds! ”

The primeval people of the Three Worlds, smiling, and their former compatriots imagined that the Three Realms would join forces to create a bright and beautiful future.

In the bottom of his heart, he was thinking of swallowing the other party in one bite.

Although they both partially saw each other's unique power systems, as well as the ultimate power to destroy the world.

But after all, they still have more confidence in their own power system, believing that they have the ultimate secret of power.

Even if some of the primeval people were worried, believing that the revival of the aura was only temporary, the three worlds of the same origin should join forces to find a way to deal with the inevitable apocalypse, and the aura was even more depleted.

But they can't stop the ambitious rulers and the warriors who are carried away by profit, hatred, and vigilance.

In the face of the aggressive edge of the army and the strong, it is difficult for even the most devout pacifist to answer this question:

"Even if we don't want to attack each other, who can guarantee that they won't attack us?"

"Even if the revival of the aura is really only temporary, in the not-so-distant future, the aura of the three worlds is bound to be depleted all the way, even to the point of almost zero.

"Then, isn't the best way to strike first, attack the other two worlds, loot their materials and aura condensed crystals, and store heavenly and earth treasures and miraculous skills to survive the long winter when the aura is depleted?"

"Even if we are soft-hearted, the other party has no reason to let us go, and the so-called peace is nothing more than an excuse for the cowardly to sit and wait for death!"

The razor-sharp interrogation left the pacifists who advocated the unity of the Three Realms speechless.

And the news that the three sides are working hard to rectify their armaments from the other world has caused the arms race to fall into a vicious circle.

In the end, no force could prevent the outbreak of war.

The civil war of the primeval civilization began like this!

It was a protracted, magnificent, but bloody and cruel war.

Compared with the dinosaurs of the past, or the natives who are entrenched in the immortal cultivation world and the illusion world, the one who knows the Taigu people best is always the Taigu himself.

They know better than all their enemies how they can inflict the most unbearable pain on themselves, how they can destroy themselves with the greatest efficiency.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, countless primeval people traveled with swords, but they collided head-on with troops from the Phantom Demon Realm riding magic dragons.

On Earth, a group of primeval people wearing nanomechanical battle armor stepped into the hyperspace passage with pride, but they were quickly trampled into powder by the gods and demons and true immortals of the other world. 、

In the Illusory Demon Realm, mushroom clouds rose one after another, and the fireworks of destruction turned the glorious cities built by the ancient people of the Illusory Demon Realm for thousands of years into ruins.

Countless cruel methods that modern earthlings could not have imagined, and even the complete extinction of the enemy and me, were all lightly thrown on the heads of the primeval people of the three worlds.

In just one hundred years after the bloody curtain of this war began, the ancient people of the three worlds lost more than 70% of their population.

The so-called civilization has plummeted, and the survivors struggle to survive between the ruins and broken walls, and when they are tortured by hunger to the point of madness, they will even gnaw their own flesh and bones, and such acts cannot even be called "barbarism", but should be said to be the evil deeds of the devil.

But the torture of the primeval people is far from over.

Because their level of civilization and technological means in the past were too high, so high that they were out of control.

If it were the earth today, the war that lost 70% of the population would not be sustainable.

But the primeval people are different.

They have nanomachines that can think for themselves.

"Completely destroy each other until the end of the world!"

After realizing that the primeval people could not win the war with their own strength, the primeval rulers of the three worlds gave such orders to their nanomachines in various ways.

Thus, the war entered the second phase.

If we say that the first stage of the primeval civil war was still the killing of each other between the primeval people.

Then, in the second stage, the main way of war has become a nanomachine that can condense all kinds of horror forms at will, never tired, never exhausted, never destroyed, and can be infinitely copied, the slaughter of the primeval people.

Nanomachinery is more than just a liquid metal robot that can be turned into a mercury-like liquid metal.

Nanomachines can also invade the bodies of plants, animals, and fungi, transforming them into all sorts of ferocious "monsters, monsters", "demonized plants", and "fungus blankets", and implant the command to "kill the hostile primemen".

As a result, in the eyes of the primeval people, it was as if the whole world had gone "crazy" overnight, whether it was flowers and trees, snakes, insects, rats, ants, jackals, tigers and leopards, they had all become ruthless killing machines, launching an endless stream of tidal attacks against them.

At this stage of the war, another 90% of the survivors were killed.

The remaining primeval people could only huddle in seemingly sturdy shelters and shiver, watching the "hissing" fungus blankets and demonized plants grow infinitely, waiting for the death knell to ring at any time.

The so-called civilization, the state, and the social structure have been completely dismantled.

The glorious primeval civilization of the past, as well as the primeval ancients who were high above, were not destroyed by the depletion of spiritual energy and the raging storm of hyperspace.

But it is ruined by its own ambition, lust and stupidity, it is itself that devours itself.

Until this moment, the survivors finally woke up, but it was too late to regret it!

The last sober of the three worlds finally managed to catch the line, and made up their minds to control the wanton slaughter of combat nanomachines no matter what, and put an end to this absurd war.

It took them a full hundred years to turn off or modify the mode of all the nanomachines that ravaged the three worlds, switching from "slaughter mode" to "normal mode".

During this period, countless thrilling adventures took place, countless stories emerged, and the heroes of the primeval civilization finally regained a trace of humanity at the end of the road.

But such a sunset is not enough to illuminate the way forward.

Even if they switched all the nanomachines back to normal mode, they still couldn't stop the collapse and annihilation of the primeval civilization.

This war has lasted so long, the wounds caused are so severe, that all the surviving primeval people have lost their wisdom in their eyes, and they are even worse than the beasts that drink blood—at least the beasts still have hope for survival, and the pride of the beasts.

And these ancient people have become the walking dead, and they have borne too much shame, and they have no way to rebuild a splendid civilization, and they just want to end everything absurd and cruel in front of them as soon as possible.

More importantly, they lack energy.

Although nanomachines can replicate indefinitely, think and reconstruct everything on their own, the problem is that it needs to input a lot of high-purity energy—i.e., Reiki.

But experts and scholars had predicted countless times that the aura was depleted, and finally after a brief period of stagnation, it was activated again.

Whether it is the earth, the immortal cultivation realm, or the illusion realm, the aura concentration is getting lower and lower day by day.

The primeval people had no aura, just like a fish that left the water, and could only grow haggard and dying.

Nanomachines, lacking aura, also had to go into a dormant state, turning into various crystals and ores, or sleeping in the deepest cells of heaven and earth.