In the pure yang cave sky, Xuan Song and the prince of the east sat looking at each other, and there were a number of spiritual fruit immortal drinks on the table, which was very rich.

But neither of them paid attention to this.

"Daoyou is coming here at this time, it must be related to the matter of the Immortal Court!" the prince of the east waved his hand and told the maids to retreat.

"Yes, Poor Dao came here because of the Immortal Court!"

Xuan Song didn't hide anything about this, and said, "Why did Daoyou set up the Immortal Court!"

"Haotian, the lord of the heavenly court, although he is only a child, but he is the lord of the heavenly court set by Hongjun Daozu himself, which should not be underestimated. ”

Haotian is a divine channel, and he may not be as good as a group of top supernatural powers in the wilderness, but the identity of the lord of the heavenly court is very crucial.

As everyone knows, the human tribulation among the three tribulations of heaven, earth and man was because of the lack of immortal monks in the heavenly court, and Haotian went to the thirty-three outer heavens Zixiao Palace to cry.

"Daoist friends don't need to say more. ”

"If you really want to know about the Immortal Court, you might as well go to West Kunlun and your party. The Eastern Prince's tone was very flat, as if he had expected Xuan Song to ask about it.

West Kunlun!

Queen Mother of the West!

"Legend has it that the Queen Mother of the West is in charge of the elixir of immortality, and Poor Dao has long wanted to see it. Regarding the origin of the Queen Mother of the West, Xuan Song has some speculation.

"Haha, Daoyou really knows a lot of knowledge, and he even knows the immortal elixir. ”

At this moment, it surprised the prince of the east, the immortal medicine is a spiritual thing unique to West Kunlun, and few people know about it, I don't know where Xuan Song knew it.

The two briefly talked a few more words, and Xuan Song said goodbye.

Since the prince of the east didn't want to say more, why did Xuan Song force his words and asked.

Leaving the Pure Yang Cave Heaven, Xuansong came to the vicinity of Mount Tai, and there was a mountain range in front of him, only at the edge, there was a plain of considerable scale.

Mount Tai is not a blessed land of spiritual mountains, spiritual veins are scarce, spiritual points do not exist, and few monks come.

Only some Terran tribes settled in the range of Mount Tai to hunt and gather for food.

Standing on top of the auspicious clouds, Xuan Song looked at the Terran tribe below, and couldn't help but stare at it.

"Unexpectedly, although the catastrophe of the two lich clans is over, the survival situation of the human race is still becoming more and more difficult. ”

The first generation of human races are all innate Dao bodies, and they can have a thousand-year lifespan without cultivation.

But as time slowly passed, some changes gradually underwent in the human race, and the innate soil and Nuwa bloodline contained in the body became thinner, and the lifespan became shorter and shorter, and there was no thousand-year longevity for a long time.

Moreover, the innate Dao body has also slowly turned into the acquired Dao body, and it is no longer a number of innate ones.

Now ordinary human beings can live to the age of 60 and live for a long time, which can be regarded as longevity.

"Yang Shou has become shorter, and the innate Dao body does not exist, which can be said to be worse, it is no wonder that the Immortal Court was welcomed by the human race as soon as it was born. ”

Without an innate Dao body, the monks who came to the human race to pass on the Dao system naturally became fewer and fewer, or even almost disappeared.

At this time, the immortal monks in the immortal court came to the human tribe, passed down the cultivation method, and displayed their magical powers, which naturally attracted the support of many human races.

However, there are only more than 1,000 people in this human tribe in front of him, which is barely a small tribe, and there is no trace of the immortal monks, and they still live a life of drinking blood and relying on caves.

In Xuan Song's eyes, these human races are very backward and primitive, and they are not even as good as before the Great Tribulation of the Human Race, at least they know how to weave and imitate Zhou Tiansheng's spiritual cultivation in order to obtain food.

Unlike this tribe, it is very difficult to obtain food, and it is simply not enough to meet the needs of the entire tribe.

In desperation, food is given priority to men, children, and women, and the elderly receive very little food, only a little.

Many old people have no choice but to leave the tribe and go to the wild to survive with their aging bodies.

After more than ten days of observation, Xuan Song has gradually become familiar with this human tribe, and every night, the men in the tribe will take turns to keep vigil to ensure the safety of the night.

The woman was too weak to fight wild beasts, so she had to go out to pick or take care of children.

There has been a clear division of labor, officially owning a civilization unique to the Terrans.

However, this human tribe, without immortal monks, wants to obtain fire, can only wait for the sky meteor to fall, or exchange with other human tribes thousands of miles away to obtain the precious fire.

With the tinder, there is no need to drink blood, you can eat cooked food, and you can also live around the fire at night, and use the fire to drive away wild beasts.

It can be said that at this time, fire is the most precious sacred thing in the human tribe, far more than food.

On this day, Xuan Song couldn't help but descend auspicious clouds and came to the tribe.

Suddenly, a stranger came, and Xuan Song's costume was obviously not an ordinary human race.

A wise man in the tribe, seeing Xuan Song descending from the sky, was suddenly shocked, and immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground, saluting: "I have seen the immortal chief!"

"I don't know what the Immortal Elder has ordered when he comes!"

It is rumored that some large human tribes have the protection of immortals, who can call the wind and rain, protect the tribe, and teach the tribe how to survive.

"Haha, Poor Dao is just a qi practitioner, not an immortal. ”

Xuan Song gently helped him up and said, "Poor Dao has seen many human tribes, and there seem to be monks in all of them, but there are none in this tribe!"

"Hui Immortal Chang, my clan migrated from the flood wilderness, and is not a tribe of the East China Sea Human Race, so naturally it is not favored by the immortals. ”

Speaking of this, the wise man showed a trace of hesitation on his face, and said: "Moreover, the ancestors once left ancestral teachings, except for the monks of the East China Sea and the beasts of the dragon and phoenix auspiciousness, the clansmen in the tribe should stand on their own strength, and should not rely on the immortals and gods for everything, so as not to repeat the mistakes of people and witches." ”

Repeat the mistakes of the witch!

When Xuan Song heard this, his heart couldn't help but be shocked, and it was a good thing to set up an immortal court and take charge of the immortal god monks of the human race.

But if one day, there is a conflict between the Immortal Court and the human race, how similar is it to the two human and witch clans in the past.

"That's fine. ”

Xuan Song nodded and asked, "Since the auspicious clouds descended from the poor road, it is a fateful law, what do you need!"

As for the matter of the immortals, Xuan Song didn't say much.

"Please also ask the immortal chief to give him the fire!"

The wise man fell to his knees again, his expression agitated.

Tinder!

Xuan Song didn't speak, but took a dry branch and said, "Fire is a thing, you don't need to be given by the poor way, you and the other people can get it yourself." ”

After saying that, the fire on Xuan Song's body flashed, revealing an acre of Qingyun, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the dead branches in front of him.

"Fire is a thing, born when it encounters thunder, burns when it encounters wood, and sincerity makes fire in two woods!"

The next moment, Xuan Song's true body had disappeared.

Seeing this, the Terrans in the entire tribe fell to their knees in unison.

At this time, how did they not know that the immortal chief in front of them was by no means an ordinary immortal chief, but a great supernatural power.

Since then, this wise man has been studying the matter of making fire from two wood all day long, forgetting to sleep and eating, and finally succeeded in drilling wood to make fire one day.

With Tinder, in just a few decades, the entire tribe has gradually grown and called itself: the tribe of nests.

The wise man was revered by the Terrans as the Emperor of Fire, the Ancestor of All Fires.

At this point, the human race finally had its own fire, and gradually derived civilization.

Passing on the torch from generation to generation is the foundation for the prosperity of the human race.