Conferred God: Got cramped at the beginning

Chapter 957: The Tribe Underground
The entrance to the underground world was originally an 'abandoned' place - and those who could come here unintentionally and find the entrance to the underground world were naturally also 'abandoned' people.

Naturally, there would be no nobles or officials among these people.

Neither a noble nor an official - such a mortal could not have any real knowledge, nor was he clear about the history of the past.

All they knew were some myths passed down orally.

This is truly a place where civilization was "extinguished" and then reignited.

Those who tried to exploit others also died early in the darkness.

So now, the ecology of this underground human world is more similar to the era before the birth of the Human Emperor - the era of tribes.

Mortals, in their ignorant attitude, carefully explored the dark world, using their lives to test what was edible and what was not edible in this underground world...

Although there is no written language, the memory and experience of using tools are still passed down from generation to generation among mortals.

What tools are needed to make something.

What kind of ore is easy to lift and suitable for making tools.

What kind of plants can be used to drive away poisonous insects and treat diseases...

Etc., etc……

With the help of the knowledge on the ground, combined with the underground environment and materials, a new system was slowly built up bit by bit.

An extremely large tribe slowly took shape.

Except for the leader who leads everyone hunting and the elders who pass on myths and knowledge, everyone else in the tribe is equal, with no distinction between noble and humble.

Pregnant women, children, etc. are also taken care of by everyone.

There are domesticated livestock among the tribe.

There is also 'moss' that is planted like rice.

Next to the fluorescent moss, a group of children were running back and forth. The old and decrepit elder was standing there, looking at those extremely active children running back and forth with a nostalgic attitude.

Outside the tribe, a circle of sound-absorbing plants was planted to prevent the sounds within the tribe from being transmitted outside and attracting powerful wild beasts.

"Great Elder, did we really come from the earth?" After a moment, a child came to the Great Elder.

"Of course." The great elder patiently responded to this question that had been answered countless times, "One day, we will return to the earth again."

"Great Elder, what's that on the ground?" Another child ran over, but was caught by a slightly older child nearby to prevent him from bumping into the Great Elder.

The Great Elder was very old - so old that it looked as if he had been knocked down and could never get up again.

"On the ground..." The great elder tried hard to turn his thoughts and turn over his memories.

What did the previous great elder say to me?

"It is a very bright place, with the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind, the clouds, the rain, and the forest..."

"Sun, what is the sun?"

“Is it a giant glowing mushroom?”

"What is the moon?"

"What are stars?"

After one problem, more and more problems will follow.

The Great Elder was extremely patient and slowly answered the children's questions - many years ago, when he was not yet the Great Elder, when he was still a child, he also asked the Great Elder of that time the same questions.

The answer that had been passed down for eight hundred years was then told out bit by bit from his mouth.

"Lizard, go to my house and bring me that painting."

So the oldest child started running.

After a while, he brought out a large picture frame.

What is in the painting is the scenery on the ground - the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind and rain, the ocean, etc.

That was something drawn by an artist when they had just come down, before they had completely forgotten their memories of the ground.

However, over a long period of time, what the painter had drawn gradually became blurred and decayed. Later generations filled in and restored it based on their own imaginations...

So this painting became what it is now.

The sun is not like the sun, the moon is not like the moon... The wind and rain are like countless insects flying around like sparks.

The forest is connected by huge mushrooms and vines.

Looking at this strange painting, the children all showed expressions of disgust.

"Hey, the ground is so ugly!"

"Great Elder, are we really going back to the ground?" After playing, the children fell down exhausted beside the Great Elder.

"We have to go back, we have to go back."

“That’s the real home.”

"Then when I grow up, I must find a way back to the surface and bring the Great Elder back with me!"

"Good boy!" The great elder praised, taking a very slow breath...

Just with this breath, extremely intense pain spread throughout his body - the skin that was tightly attached to his bones couldn't help but twitch.

In his body, there flows the power that has been passed down in the tribe for eight hundred years - the power that comes from a qigong practitioner.

The Great Elder no longer knew what a Qigong practitioner was.

But the power of this Qigong practitioner has been passed down from generation to generation by great elders.

This is the most important trump card that the tribe has had until now - when a powerful predator finds the tribe, and when the warriors in the tribe find it difficult to drive away the predator, the great elder needs to mobilize the power of the Qigong practitioner to drive away the predator.

This is a power that does not belong to the underworld. Anyone who receives this power will feel extreme pain every time they breathe.

The more active that power is, the greater the pain that will be endured.

At this moment, if there were people on the ground here, they would be able to recognize that the power flowing in the great elder's body was actually the magic power of a qigong practitioner - a power that was incompatible with the turbid breath of the earth underground.

Every time this power is activated, or every time this power flows through the body, it will clash with the turbid breath that is everywhere - this is the source of the pain.

But even with this immense pain, the power passed down from generation to generation still continues - no matter what, the tribe needs such a card!

After all, those powerful warriors and hunters in the tribe will always have a "generation gap" - this is the time when the power of inheritance comes into play.

"Great Elder!"

"Great Elder!"

While he was thinking about it, the hunting team had already returned riding on lizards and other animals.

The one in the lead carried a big flag on his shoulders.

Behind it, the other hunters were happily dragging an extremely large beast.

That beast was one of the dominant species in the area - in the past, it had more than once tried to prey on the tribe's people when powerful hunters were absent.

But every time, it was driven away by the great elder who inherited the power. At the same time, it is also the most cunning and cruel monster around the tribe.

Any lone hunter who leaves the tribe will almost certainly be eaten by it.

At this time, the body of this ferocious monster had been dragged into the tribe and was about to become food for the tribe.

"How did you kill this beast?"

"How many of our hunters were injured?"

The great elder stood up tremblingly, leaning on a cane.

The leader of the tribe, also the most powerful hunter, went forward carrying a flag.

The flag fell to the side, and the pain that was flowing throughout the Great Elder's body was alleviated a little in an instant.

It was at this time that the Great Elder noticed this strange flag.

That is a material that does not belong to the underground world.

"What is this? Where did it come from?"

"Great elder, this fell from above." The leader said with a smile, "When we were hunting, we saw a beam of light falling from above. When we chased it, we saw this flag and just happened to kill the beast."

"Great Elder, is this thing that fell from above the star you mentioned?"

"This doesn't make sense. There are countless rocks above us, and what fell down should have been rocks. How could it be this flag?" The leader said, suddenly filled with doubts.

The Great Elder motioned for everyone to step back, then gently reached out and touched the flag.

In an instant, the information in the flag entered his mind through the magic power of the Great Elder, and it seemed as if the previous Great Elder was whispering in his ear.

Blue Lotus Flag.

This is the name of the flag.

In an instant, a halo of light spread out.

The scene recorded on the flag slowly unfolds in this underground tribe.

The vast universe.

The wind that blows and moves.

Rain that nourishes all things.

The mighty sun.

The warm and soft moon.

……

Everything... something that had been lost for eight hundred years, leaving only a name, turned into an extremely real picture at this moment, slowly unfolding in front of everyone.

Everyone was stunned by the extremely impactful scene.

Even the noisiest children became quiet at this moment.

The swaying scene was clearly seen for the first time, but everyone felt that it was more familiar than ever before. They all felt that they should be a part of that scene and should be surrounded by it.

That is something that is passed down from every person's bloodline.

"Great Elder, is that on the ground?" After a long time, the leader of the tribe let out a long breath.

"Was the disaster at that time so terrible that we had to hide underground?"

"Yes, disaster." The great elder murmured to himself.

Over the past eight hundred years, successive generations of inheritors have been nostalgic for the earth.

Perhaps it was because the things on the ground were too vague that he had forgotten that, along with the things on the ground, there was also a legend about a disaster that had been passed down.

That was the insatiable 'Emperor', rising from all directions, devouring everything the 'Emperor' could see - in order to avoid the 'Emperor', they hid from the ground to the underground.

"The Emperor's Disaster." The Great Elder recalled the name of the unprecedented disaster.

"It's been eight hundred years. Is the Emperor's Disaster still happening?" he thought.

In the beginning, they all still had hope of returning to the earth - but at that time, the disaster brought by the emperor was too terrifying.

At that time, people did not dare to think about turning back to the ground, and could only continue to open up and dig underground...deeper...

Even those who wanted to turn back would be beaten to death by those who were worried about bringing about the imperial disaster.

By now, the ground has become a legend, and the Emperor's disaster has also become a legend.

"We have to go back!" The burly leader looked seriously at the extremely thin and weak elder in front of him.

"Kids, stay on the ground!"

The leader said this with an extremely firm attitude.

From the moment the scene on the ground emerged, the longing for the ground and the attachment to the ground emerged in his heart.

"Refute, if the ground is not a legend, then the Emperor's Disaster will also be a real thing."

"Our ancestors originally came to the underground to escape the Emperor's Disaster. If the Emperor's Disaster has also been led underground, then where should we go?"

The great elder advised - when the scene of the ground appeared before his eyes, he, who had always been carrying the hope of "returning to the ground", suddenly felt an immense fear.

"Great Elder, this flag should be something that fell from the ground!"

"Since this flag can fall from the ground, maybe the emperor's disaster has ended." Bu said excitedly.

"What if it's not over yet?" The Great Elder asked while leaning against the green lotus flag.

"The power left by our ancestors can help us gain a foothold in this underground world and allow us to survive and reproduce."

“But when our ancestors were still alive and their power was at its strongest, they could only choose to flee from the Emperor’s disaster and hide here.”

"From this we can see that with our current strength, it is absolutely impossible for us to win the Emperor's Disaster."

"In that case, do you still want to go back to the ground?"

"Even if we don't go back now, we must always find where the original road is." After a long time, Bu said sullenly.

"We can't go back now, but one day, our descendants will be able to go back."

“We are not strong enough now, but one day, our descendants will be strong enough.”

"Just like us warriors, the next generation will always become stronger by standing on the shoulders of the previous generation!"

"One day, they will have the power to defeat the Emperor's Calamity and return to the surface."

"And now, we have to find that path for them first!"

"Great Elder, we have to go back and take a look!"

"What happens after you find that path?"

(End of this chapter)