The vast world, green and verdant, towering ancient trees, through the sky.

In the middle of an unknown peak, a flat boulder was horizontally stretched, and at the end of the boulder there was a bottomless cave, and the depths of the cave faintly revealed the light of the stars, which was also accompanied by a chaotic sound.

It was a place where savages lived, and by the light of the fire, hundreds of humanoids dressed in animal skins and muscles like dragons could be seen singing and dancing.

It was a small tribe of just over 3,000 people.

Today's Immortal is holding a sacrifice that belongs to them, and the object of the sacrifice is a giant depicted on a wall.

The giant held a giant axe in his hand, held the heavens in the other, and trampled on the earth with both feet, preventing the merger of heaven and earth.

This giant man is none other than Pangu in Chinese legends, and the father god common to all Wu clans.

Among the group of sacrificial people, there was a young man who was thinner than the others, and compared to the other witch clans, he seemed to be pushed to the ground by the other party.

But compared to the unkempt hair of the others, this boy had short hair that was not long, and although he was also wearing an unknown animal skin, he looked much cleaner.

Mixed in with the crowd that seemed to be crazy, but had a strange rhythmic dance, the young man's eyes flashed with complexity, and occasionally revealed confusion, as if he didn't know where he was.

The boy's name was Ze, and he was an ordinary aboriginal of this tribe, but ten years ago, a soul who did not belong to this era took over his body and became the new owner of this body.

Perhaps because the soul of the latecomer is not in harmony with this body, the boy grows very slowly compared to other contemporaries.

People of his age can now lift a thousand catties of boulders with one hand, but he can't lift five hundred catties of boulders with both hands, so the people of this clan have repeatedly suggested that he be driven out of the clan and left to fend for himself, and finally he used knowledge that did not belong to this era to make him barely gain a foothold in this clan.

Even so, the people of the clan still spread nonsense from time to time, and usually few people talk to him, and now if it is not for the great sacrifice held once every hundred years in the tribe, he is not qualified to stand in the crowd at all.

However, as a sane descendant, Ze didn't bother to worry about the savages in the group, and he lowered his IQ in vain.

Of course!

He will not admit that the people in his tribe are all non-human beings, whether they are men, women or children, and their physique is beyond his cognition.

Just an adult ordinary clansman has nearly 10,000 catties of strength with one hand, even women, and those warriors who are in charge of hunting have the ability to open mountains and crack rocks, and the leader can even break hundreds of small peaks with one punch.

In the past, Ze was also very envious of them for having such extraordinary power, and fantasized that one day he could be like these people, or even stronger than these people, but he could chase the stars and take the moon, and the sky in his palm.

Pity!

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

Maybe it's because his soul is not the original owner of this body, his soul is extremely repulsive to the unique cultivation method of the race, and every time he tries to cultivate, the power absorbed into his body seems to tear his soul apart.

After hundreds of unsuccessful attempts, he finally gave up and gradually accepted the reality.

But today!

When the centennial festival was held among the ethnic groups, a voice inexplicably appeared in heaven and earth.

The voice was unlike any language Ze had ever known, but from the moment he appeared, all living beings could understand what it was saying.

"I am Hongjun, living in the Zixiao Palace outside for thirty-three days, and now I am successful in cultivating the Tao, and I am willing to solve the confusion of the living beings in the wilderness, three thousand years to talk about it, and five hundred years to talk about it. Preach three times, and all those who are destined can come and listen. ”

Although the other tribesmen were shocked when they heard this voice, they did not take it to heart, and compared to preaching Yunyun, it was not at all comparable to his sacrifice to the Father.

But!

This voice set off a storm in the depths of Ze's heart.

As a person of later generations, he has heard of Hongjun Ancestor, and his deeds have performed legends that I don't know how much.

When Ze heard this, he knew where he was for the first time in ten years.

It turned out that his soul had traveled to the ancient wilderness.

This can't be said that Ze came to this world to be lonely and unheard.

It's that this world is really too dangerous!

Within a hundred miles were terrifying beasts, ferocious and enormous, the smallest of which was a pig, twice as large as the elephants in his previous life, and which also ate meat.

Once upon a time!

Ze saw a wolf-like creature that could spit fire, and swallowed the powerful warriors of the three clans in one bite, leaving an indelible shadow in his heart, causing him to not even walk out of the inner race for ten miles in the past ten years, and therefore, his perception of this world all came from his own race.

And the same people in the race, because of their thoughts, did not describe what their world was like at all.

And after this voice appeared, it completely ignited a certain desire that had long been extinguished in Ze's heart!

He wants to cultivate immortals!

He's going out of this mountain for outside time!

He wants to one day become a saint who will never die.

He wants to get away with it.

Of course!

Then I know it very well in my heart!

With his current situation!

No amount of thought in my heart is empty talk.

Without strength, it is not easy for him to become a saint, even if he lives for a hundred years.

And if he wants power, he must worship a famous teacher.

Want to apprentice!

The first step is to get out of this group that has lived for ten years.

Out of the race, he must deal with dangerous forces.

It looks like everything, it's an endless loop.

But!

Ze, who understands where his depths are, already has a way!

This method is merit!

As a person of later generations, Ze Ke knows that in this world, merit is a panacea.

As long as there is enough merit, it is possible for a mortal to become a saint, not to mention such a small problem as not being able to cultivate himself!

As for how to obtain merit?

If Ze remembers correctly!

Before Hongjun's first sermon, Nuwa had not yet begun to create people.

Before the appearance of man, the protagonist of later generations, the kind of drilling, netting, and creating characters would not exist, and these means were the means by which he obtained merit.

He believed that with these prophetic presciencies of later generations, he would definitely be able to get out of his own race and overcome the drawbacks of his inability to cultivate!

Once all these problems are solved, his future will certainly not be ordinary.