“？”，“！”“——》”“《——”.........

For the first time, the body, which had been motionless for 30,000 years, breathed.

"Crooked Bibab?" "Black King!" "Podbo, Podbo..."

I opened my eyes with some difficulty, and I saw an ice mirror in my sight. My head hurts, and I can feel the blood flowing in the veins on both sides of my ears, as if I have never been so cheerful.

"Who am I?" I thought to myself. I tried to move my body, but I couldn't do it, so I stared blankly at the ice mirror above, and the reflection in the ice mirror was also looking at me......

I remembered, my name is Gaoren, my home is in Huangzhen, I want to go hunting, and then ......

I took a deep breath and was able to move my body gradually. I sat up straight (didn't I squat at the time?, how do I lie now?), turned my head, and looked at the ...... "people" who had just spoken? My intuition told me that they were all human, but in my eyes they all had more or less inhuman features: some had golden horns on their heads, some had glowing flame-like moires on their arms, some had clouds on their lower bodies, and some did not look like people...... I suddenly thought of a question: Is the meat of people who have been short of water good or not? Sensing that I was looking at them, the "Golden Horn King" hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward and said, "Hi,

ice to meet you." I was stunned, as if it were the mother tongue of a foreign missionary who had come to us before, and the official had agreed to his request to teach in our school, and I had learned the language. I tried to reply, "Nice to meet you too." He smiled and nodded, and then the two sides fell silent...... To get out of the awkward scene, I asked him again, "Ca."

you speak chi

ese?” He was stunned, smiled and said, "Have you eaten?"

Well, authentically.

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After recovering from the situation, they took me to their sect, the Cold Water Sect. There's no way, I can't figure out the situation now, and my brain is confused, so I have to follow them. Listening to the Golden Horn they said that the Cold Water Sect is the number one sect in the Northland, and when they said it, their faces were full of pride, I think it should be true. The sect master knew through the message of the Golden Horn that I, the "ancestor remnant", had been revived, so he met with me and asked some questions, but I didn't answer a word of truth. I felt that he knew that I was lying, but he didn't get angry, he just asked the Golden Horn to take me to the sect members' quarters to find a place to live, and was responsible for guiding me to adapt to this era. Golden Horn smiled happily after receiving the order, and on the way back, he happily said to me that this was the second time that the sect master had personally entrusted them with a task after taking care of me in the ice...... "It's really like a child." "I thought so. I asked them a question that I had wanted to ask for a long time: "How do you speak the language of 30,000 years ago? After three years, I gradually mastered their language, such as "Crooked Bibab" is "Is he awake", "Black King" is "Come quickly", "Podbo" is quiet, and I gradually understood my own situation and the situation of this world: this world is very different from the world in my memory: cultivating immortals is clearly existing in this era, it is the way for intelligent beings to improve themselves, and cultivating to reach the top is their highest goal. Exercises, pills, formations, talismans, empty city flying boats, mechanism creations, elves and ghosts... All kinds of incredible things have become the daily life of "practitioners". They can rely more on cultivation for long-term vision, and rely on calculating good fortune to avoid evil...... And according to their observations of the ice cave where I was at the time of my recovery, I was a person from 30,000 years ago, and they first discovered that I was in the process of developing underground immortal veins, more than 2,000 years ago, and it was also 12,000 and 67 years in their cultivation calendar.

I once asked the sect office for a map of the world, but the monk on duty did not refuse, but he kept delaying until he finally said that the map was out of stock, and that he would have to wait 30 years later for the Tianji Pavilion in the south to publish the topographic survey data again. I learned that the monks' maps usually contain the monks' own private records, which are inconvenient to borrow, and the popular maps only contain a maximum radius of 500 li, and even most of the sect cadres only have a map of one continent.

I asked them to help me bring some popular maps of different regions when they went out to practice, saying that I was very interested in the terrain of the world in 30,000 years, and they thought that it would not break the rules and would help me relieve my boredom, so they agreed. With their help, I was able to sift through thousands of maps to arrive at an amazingly sized map of Honshu, which was not complete, but it worked. I didn't tell them what I was going to do, I was always on my toes. As for why I insisted on this map?

The place where I was frozen 30,000 years ago was the woods of the south, and the place where I was found 30,000 years later was the underground of the north.

What has happened to this world......