In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright, and the cold wind was biting. In a dilapidated ancient city, the withered grass and broken walls seem to tell the glory they should have.

This ancient city is very old, the city walls have long collapsed, and the city is barren and in disarray. Occasionally, a strong man passed by here, looking at the collapsed city from afar, and sighed softly that the years were merciless.

Under the ruins of the broken wall, a remote and secluded place. Occasionally, you can see small stone houses standing. This is the remnants left by the owners of the ancient city's former glory, who are struggling to survive here, hoping that there will be a strong man in the clan who inherits the bloodline of the original god king and reproduces the past glory of the clan.

Outside the stone house, in an open space, a group of people, young and old, all braved the biting cold wind in the early morning, carrying out the essential morning exercise every day.

The group of people was divided into three areas, and the old man sat cross-legged, practicing the method of breathing, and a halo of light on their bodies could be faintly seen.

The young man was shirtless and wielding an unknown weapon. Look at the strange shapes of those weapons, like knives, like swords, and like spears. All of them were extremely heavy, waving and whirring, and they weighed thousands of pounds with fear.

Teenagers and children are in an area, and older boys wear simple clothes made of animal skins, holding boulders with both hands, and struggling to do their best. The younger ones are even only five or six years old, and some of the children can't even speak clearly, but they follow the older children on the side, and they learn to work hard in a similar way.

This is a great era in which all ethnic groups are numerous, all plants and trees are soldiers, and all heroes are vying for hegemony. If you want to survive in such a harsh environment, for the sake of rations, for the sake of your people, you must sharpen your strength from a young age, strengthen yourself, fight your prey, fight your enemies, and fight your competitors.

It is precisely because it is such a chaotic and harsh era, no matter what race they are, they will start cultivating since they were young. And the humans of these God King Relic Clans in front of them are naturally the same, and cultivation is a survival instinct for them. Even those children who are only five or six years old do not need to be supervised by adults, and consciously follow the cultivation.

At the end of the morning exercise, many women in the village came over and asked their men and children to go home for breakfast. And more people are sitting in the open space chatting, those old people in the village, they are all calm and relaxed, although many of them are gray-haired, but their eyes are deep and their breath is strong.

Those adult men, one by one, shirtless, also chatted about homely things on the side, and the most they talked about was going up to the mountains to hunt, and then their own children.

The children were not so peaceful, only a group of children frolicking with each other, talking and laughing.

"Xiao Chi, I heard from the adults that you have the blood of the God King in you. I'll give you ten catties of tiger meat, how about you give me a drop of blood?" A young man with a tiger's back looked only eleven or twelve years old, but his strength was amazing, and he could lift thousands of catties of boulders with one hand at will.

The child who was called Xiao Chi next to him was very small, the youngest of the children in this group of morning exercises, with a pair of big watery eyes, tender white skin, and a chubby little face, which looked particularly cute.

"Tiger meat?" Hearing the tiger meat, this Xiao Chi's eyes widened significantly, smacking his mouth, and he looked greedy.

"Brother Huzi doesn't lie, as long as you give me a drop of blood, I will definitely give you ten catties of tiger meat!" The young man who spoke at the beginning knew that Xiao Chi loved tiger meat, so he tempted him.

"Smack!"

Just when the young man with his back and waist thought that his treacherous plan was going to succeed, he was suddenly slapped on the head.

"Stinky boy, what nonsense? You want to hurt Xiao Chi a single hair, if Lao Tzu doesn't live and kill you, you won't be your father!" A stronger man walked over, and when he heard that his child actually beat Zhong Chi's idea of the blood of the god king in his body, he was immediately angry and funny.

The bloodline of the god king, this is the bloodline closest to the ancestor in the legend of the bereaved clan. In the past, the ancestor was a generation of god kings, ruling over hundreds of millions of living beings and sealing the territory. This ancient city is the imperial capital of the old motherland.

The bloodline of the god king also means that he is talented, his understanding is amazing, and he hopes to follow in the footsteps of his ancestors!

And Zhong Chi is the third clansman with the bloodline of the God King in countless years in the entire remnant clan. This news naturally shocked and ecstatic the entire bereaved family, and they were determined to cultivate Zhong Chi with all their might, hoping that he would return to his former glory with his clansmen.

When Zhong Hu saw his father's expression of wanting to eat people, he immediately trembled with fright, hurriedly ran away, and said with a smile on his face: "No, I was just joking with Xiao Chi, how dare I really let his blood go." ”

"Stinky boy, it's good to know!" Zhong Hu's father nodded with satisfaction and returned to the crowd of adults again.

And a group of children get together again and start a fight with each other. The children's competition is not a fight, but a convention to compare whose strength is greater.

"Brother Huzi, you are so powerful, you can already lift two thousand catties with both hands. A relatively small child said with envy.

Huzi was obviously the older of this group of children, and he put down the boulder in his hand with a smile and said, "Two thousand catties is not my limit, three thousand catties is my limit." Brother Tie Niu, he can lift 5,000 catties. ”

Zhong Tie's appearance is not as scary as Zhong Hu, he is relatively 'thin', but the muscles in his body are extremely strong, like iron plates, and he looks extremely powerful.

Zhong Tie heard Huzi say that he was powerful, shook his head and said: "I am thirteen years old, thirteen years old is not very good to lift three thousand catties, Xiao Chi is worthy of being the genius of our widows, he is only five years old this year, but he can actually lift two thousand catties." ”

"Oops! When Zhong Chi heard Zhong Tie's words, he immediately felt bad and immediately wanted to run away, but soon Zhong Hu, who was quick to move, hugged Zhong Chi's little man.

"Xiao Chi, what are you running, we won't eat you again. Come, show the supreme talent of your God-King bloodline, and let us all see and see. Zhong Hu looked at Zhong Chi with a wicked smile. As he spoke, he pinched Zhong Chi's chubby little face, with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Zhong Chi knew that he couldn't run away, and every time everyone competed in strength, he would always be pulled out in the end. There is no way, who made him the heir of the bloodline of the God King, he is talented, and he can just stimulate the children of the remnant clan to cultivate hard.

"After I show it, will you give me tiger meat to eat?" Zhong Chi smiled innocently, since he couldn't hide, then why did he have to get some benefits.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhong Hu and the others all agreed, they grew up together since childhood, and naturally knew that Zhong Chi was a foodie. It's just that everyone is very puzzled, even if they are children who are several years older than Zhong Chi, they can't eat so much meat at one time, but this not tall and only five-year-old Zhong Chi can eat nearly 100 catties of meat in one meal.

You must know that these meats are all fierce beasts on the barren mountains, and their flesh and blood are rich in blood and essence. Generally, a five-year-old child cannot continue to swallow after eating three or five catties, otherwise a large amount of blood and essence will make the child unbearable, and the blood will be swelling and the behavior will be abnormal. In severe cases, bodily functions will be destroyed, and even death may be caused by an explosion.

A hundred catties of flesh and blood, I'm afraid that even those very powerful beast cubs on the barren mountains can't eat so much food. Of course, the clansmen also understand that the more food a person eats, the better his physical potential will be.

Suddenly, I saw the short Zhong Chi, whose tender white hands were grabbing at a boulder larger than him.

"Wow!"

The boulder, which weighed 2,000 pounds, was easily lifted over the top of his head by a five-year-old child. This is indeed an incredible thing, and it immediately attracted a group of children to applaud.

"Go!"

Zhong Chi shouted softly, and with a wave of his hands, the boulder was thrown out of the distance in an instant, causing the ground to shake slightly, and the ground was smashed out of a small crater, and the dust was flying.

And the old people and adults of the bereaved family also watched all this, all of them smiled, this child was the hope of their bereaved family, and each of them loved Zhong Chi very much.

"At the age of five, you can lift a boulder of 2,000 catties and throw it, which is definitely only afraid that even the children of some big clans outside, few people can do it. A clan elder touched his beard with satisfaction, as if he saw the future power of the remnant clan from Zhong Chi.

"Patriarch, Xiao Chi is about to turn six years old. Isn't it time for us to prepare the first sacrifice for him?" said a patriarch with a sad face, the sacrifice is something that every child must go through, and more than once, it takes twice.

The general child sacrifice ceremony in the clan can still be taken out by the people in the clan, but Zhong Chi's sacrifice ceremony is obviously different. To put it bluntly, this sacrifice is the cornerstone of letting a child step into the realm of flesh and blood, and how the cornerstone determines the limit of a child's future achievements, and its importance is self-evident.

When the patriarch heard this, he also frowned slightly, and a child who had inherited the bloodline of the god king finally appeared in their bereaved clan. This is the hope for the rise of the bereaved clan, but it is also a great burden and pressure on the clan. After all, a genius is always just a genius, and when he is weak, he must need the full cultivation of his clansmen.

The patriarch looked at Zhong Chi not far away, only to see his small body, which was less than one meter high, kicking a boulder and throwing a boulder with one hand, and finally the three boulders landed in the same place, arranged into an erected 'one' character.

The fact that a five-year-old child can have such a great strength and sense of control is enough to show that he is gifted. This is a good seedling, a seedling who has the hope of becoming a marquis in the future.

The old patriarch retracted his gaze, looked at several clan elders, and said, "I have actually thought about this small sacrificial ceremony a long time ago. As you must know, a rare beast has recently appeared on the barren mountain. The fierce beast no longer knows how many fierce beasts it has devoured, how many hunters it has eaten, and it is definitely a fierce beast. ”

"Patriarch, do you mean to give that fierce beast to Xiao Chi as a sacrificial ceremony?" A clan elder already understood what the patriarch meant, and immediately his face couldn't help but change, and he felt afraid for a while.