After all, Feng Linwan still made a large-scale move and began to interfere in the world.

He is a human being, not an indifferent and ruthless Heavenly Dao.

Of course, the determination to sharpen the entire human race has not faded.

Feng Linwan's help in secret were usually some young and ignorant children.

They are the spark and the hope.

The spark of hope should not be erased so easily.

As for the adults...

Their deaths may be innocent, but the progress of the times never cares how many people are buried among them.

Even in modern civilized society.

Every social progress is accompanied by a great deal of sacrifice.

There will be many factories that will close, many workers and employees who will lose their jobs, and there will be many industries that will flourish from the original prosperity to the sunset. As a result, there are a large number of families, who have lost their breadwinners, and even many people who choose to go to the worst outcome.

This is the labor pain that progress must go through.

What's more, such a barbaric and ignorant society?

Even so, progress is unstoppable.

One hundred and seventy-three years after the world turned upside down.

Gods and gods, heaven and hell, elves and orcs... And so on and so forth, the war that was triggered temporarily fell into a see-saw phase that seemed to be about to be long.

A new pattern is slowly composing.

At this time, the human race has gradually mastered the core transcendent civilization that belongs to 'itself' through the accumulation of several generations.

Even if this inheritance is still not so high-grade for powerful races such as elves, orcs, and feathered people, it is not as good as it was at the beginning, and it can be slaughtered at will.

Among the human race, there are also some strong people who can be called 'demigods'.

They did not break the boundaries, ignited the divine fire, raised the divine seat, condensed the godhead, and became the gods of the human race.

But it also has extraordinary power, and at some point, it can even hurt the gods.

It's just that there are not many powerhouses of this level, they are one of the few heritage of the human race, and they can't withstand trauma and loss.

The Grey Mountain tribe is one of the largest tribes of the human race.

The leader of the tribe is a demigod powerhouse, revered as the 'Knight of Blood Fury'.

He has the power of angry blood, and when he is angry, the powerful power given to him in the bloodline will temporarily enhance his physique and strength several times over.

At the same time, this Blood Rage Knight also owns a fire horse with dragon blood.

The Grey Mountain Tribe, with the huge statue of the Blood Rage Knight in the center as the core, spread outward, spreading in circles.

The closer you are to the center, the stronger and more mentally reliant the people who live there.

And near the edges, there are mostly orphans or old people with yellow faces and thin muscles.

Under the oppression of many foreign races, the human race at this time had not really produced a class.

But the more powerful people get more resources, are better treated and cultivated, and this is for the survival and reproduction of entire races and tribes, and no one can say 'wrong'.

After all, this era is not an era of excess resources.

It's not that those who are in the center will have a lot of resources to spare, and they can even be extravagant and wasteful.

There are frozen bones on the stinky road with Zhumen's wine and meat, which is not a reason at all.

The incarnation of Feng Linwan, dressed in thin linen clothes, his body was shriveled, and he sat in the corner of the wall.

The howling cold wind easily swept through the mountains and forests, and then shook the wooden houses that were about to fall apart.

Occasionally, a figure passes by.

glanced at Feng Linwan, and then they all bowed their heads and hurried over.

When faced with misery and powerlessness, people choose to turn a blind eye, perhaps this is more comfortable.

Feng Lin was in this corner and had been waiting for ten days.

He's going to wait for someone.

A person he felt could be cultivated, cultivated into the first Terran sage.

A person's force can be cultivated through nurture.

But from the depths of the soul, the nobility that emanates is incomparably precious.

It is not easy for Feng Linwan to find such a person in this wild, backward, difficult and ignorant era.

Although he is in charge of the Heavenly Dao, he cannot see through all people's hearts.

Therefore, the only way to use this method is to wait for the rabbit.

In fact, there is not only one incarnation of Feng Linwan.

It's a lot of them.

Many large and even medium-sized Terran tribes have his incarnation.

He appears in a different guise.

It could be a crippled warrior, it could be an eccentric old man, it could be an orphan who has lost a loved one...

Ever-changing, all because of the heart.

When you reach the realm of Feng Linwan, you can find it impressively.

Those so-called seventy-two changes, thirty-six changes, etc., are rumored to be able to go straight to level ten, which is completely the self-confidence delusion of some Internet water army.

The art of change is just a technique, how can the art replace the Dao, and also replace the person who holds the Dao, surpass oneself and break through the limit?

It's like a theoretical physicist coming up with a great conjecture.

But in the end, is it this conjecture or this physicist that should really be great?

Conjecture is always just conjecture.

It will eventually be proven, either right or wrong, partially right and partly wrong.

But the physicist is the force that triggers all kinds of possibilities and promotes the progress of the discipline.

The Cultivator and the Art of Change... In other words, the same is true of the relationship of 'art'.

There is no single technique that can truly replace cultivation.

Time passes little by little.

Feng Lin Wan has been incarnated into tens of millions, fallen into the mortal dust, and evolved a life for half a year.

In half a year, he occasionally met a few well-wishers.

But the kindness of these people is all accidental, and they are all carried with a kind of 'show-off'.

They are not the sages that Feng Lin Wan said he was looking for.

Of course, well-meaning people must be rewarded, regardless of their original intentions.

Therefore, these people will be favored by fate for a considerable period of time in the future, and will get all kinds of opportunities and adventures.

Heavy rain came suddenly.

And the cold wind blowing from the mountains and forests also carries the deep malice of those snowmen.

They knew that just on the other side of the mountain, there was a large tribe of Terrans.

So, they deliberately practiced a lot of ice magic on the upwind port.

As a result, the torrential rain and strong winds gradually evolved into a mixture of wind and snow, with occasional freezing rain.

This is undoubtedly a disaster for the Gray Mountain tribe, which is not wealthy.

The old man who had been transformed into Feng Lin was huddled in the corner and shivered.

The humble wooden house has completely collapsed.

The bonfire that was originally lit has also been extinguished for a long time.

It seems that on this cold night, this lonely old man is about to end his miserable life.

The sound of footsteps gradually interrupted the silence of the night, in the wind and snow.

A young man with a pale face, huddled tightly in his thin shabby leather coat, rushed into the half-collapsed cabin.

Then he casually split a few broken planks and threw them into the burned rubble, taking out the things that started the fire.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and he heard the sound of Sissy Suosuo's shaking.