Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 138 Born with Knowledge

Inside the stone house, a loud and clear cry rang out.

The leader of the Lie tribe stared blankly at the infant being held tightly in his wife's arms.

Tears streamed down his weathered, resolute face.

"Our ancestors have blessed us...it truly is our ancestors' blessing!"

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

The elderly witch doctor was already completely subdued.
They kowtowed devoutly before the still-lingering dark yellow aura emanating from the infant, chanting obscure sacrificial incantations.

The news that the son of the chief of the Lie tribe was miraculously born on the verge of death and that a strange phenomenon had spread throughout the entire Lie tribe and even to several surrounding tribes in just a few days.

Countless humans, filled with awe and curiosity, gathered from all directions, eager to catch a glimpse of the true face of this child of miracles.

However, what shocked everyone even more was yet to come.

The infant was able to speak human language just three days after its birth.

The first syllable it uttered was neither "father" nor "mother".

It is a single character full of antiquity.

"Yuan."

The leader of the Lie tribe was surprised.

But we can only take it as a revelation from the spirits of our ancestors in the dark.

He immediately chose this meaningful name for his child.

Yuan's growth can only be described as a miracle.

At just over six months old, it was already able to toddle and walk around the tribe.

Although it never displayed that astonishing, divine power to tear apart ferocious beasts with its bare hands.

However, the extraordinary wisdom and learning ability he displayed impressed the entire Lie tribe.

Whether it was the complex tribal language or the survival skills of identifying plants and tracking animal tracks, he learned them all quickly and mastered them in no time.

They can even often draw inferences from one instance to another and come up with ingenious ideas that enlighten the elders in the tribe.

In a short time, the name "Yuan" gradually acquired a legendary quality on this vast land.

Although the human race is now physically weak, it is not entirely without merit.

Among those ten ancestral tribes.

There were also sages of the innate human race, such as Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, who emerged in response to the times.

With their innate wisdom, they led their people through this difficult environment to discover the method of drilling wood to make fire, bringing light and warmth to the human race.

They also figured out the art of building nests out of wood, creating simple dwellings for humankind that could shelter them from the wind and rain.

They even used animal hides and leaves to create primitive clothing for humans to keep warm and cover their bodies.

The spark of civilization, though faint, has been slowly ignited on this barren land.

However, this is ultimately only a temporary solution and not a cure.

In this cruel world where ferocious beasts with the power to split mountains and shatter rocks often appear.

The warmth of the flames may dispel the darkness, but it is no match for those sharp claws and fangs.

Although sturdy houses can shelter from wind and rain, they are still incredibly fragile under such destructive power.

Humanity continues to struggle for survival in this vast and desolate world.

The fundamental reason is that the human race lacks a true method of cultivation.

Unlike those myriad creatures with scales, armor, and feathers from the primordial era.

Most of them inherit some or more cultivation memories in their bloodline.

Unlike the Lich and Demon races, they were not born with incomparably powerful physical bodies and innate supernatural abilities.

Humanity possesses the innate Dao body that is most in harmony with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, yet it does not know how to utilize the omnipresent spiritual energy in this world.

They could only watch the treasure mountain unfold before their eyes, unable to find a way in.

Time flies, and years pass by.

In the blink of an eye, Yuan is already five years old.

He has long since shed the innocence of infancy, though he remains thin.

Yet, those clear, black and white eyes always held a calmness that was far beyond what one would expect from someone of that age.

On this day, he looked at the adult members of the tribe.

Those people, armed with crude weapons made of rough stones and wooden sticks, returned from hunting with injuries, some even dying from their wounds.

A flash of understanding crossed his eyes.

"Tools are an extension of human beings and the beginning of civilization."

He no longer hesitated for a moment.

He immediately gathered a group of children of similar age in the tribe who were filled with admiration for him.

He led them to the banks of a clear river that flows year-round, outside the tribe.

"Yuan, why did you bring us here? The stones here aren't as hard as those on the mountain."

A chubby-faced child asked, puzzled.

Yuan did not answer.

They searched carefully on the riverbank covered with pebbles.

Soon, his gaze settled on a piece of flint that was bluish-black in color and much harder and denser than ordinary stones.

He picked up the flint and found a slightly softer stone.

Under the curious gaze of the children, he held two stones in his hands and began to strike and polish them with unwavering focus, using a rhythm full of profound mystery.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

A crisp tapping sound slowly rose from the quiet riverbank.

Each strike was delivered with just the right amount of force and angle.

Under his strikes, the hard flint became like docile clay, peeling away useless stone chips bit by bit.

Finally, it slowly revealed the sharp beginnings of its inner form.

This process is tedious and lengthy.

However, Yuan seemed to be completely immersed in it, forgetting himself and the world around him.

His focused expression caused the previously lively and active children around him to quiet down involuntarily and begin to imitate him, tapping the stones in their hands on the riverbank.

I don't know exactly how much time has passed.

As the last wisp of stone slowly peeled off the flint.

A long, slender stone spear with an incredibly sharp tip, capable of easily tearing through the fur of ordinary wild animals, was perfectly crafted in his hands!

Although this spear is an ordinary object, it contains the first true sense of creation and struggle of humankind since its birth!

It was at the very moment that this first stone spear was completely sculpted!

Boom——!!!!!!

High above, the winds and clouds change color!
A vast, sacred, and mysterious yellow cloud of merit and auspiciousness gathered without warning in the clear sky!

Yuan stood on the riverbank, gazing up at the immeasurable merits that gathered from the heavens above.

Endless golden light of merit transformed into a dazzling pillar of light that poured down!

Four-tenths of his virtues were incorporated into the still somewhat crude stone spear in his hand!

"Om-!"

Under the infusion of the golden light of merit, the stone spear was instantly transformed!
Its surface exudes a natural Taoist charm, filled with a mysterious and profound aura.

In an instant, it transformed into a spiritual treasure of acquired merit, exclusively belonging to the human race!
The remaining sixty percent of the virtue flowed entirely into Yuan's body!
In an instant, Yuan felt his frail body being completely cleansed and transformed under the cleansing of the golden light of merit!
Its originally somewhat weak true spirit became incredibly solid at this moment!

Om-!
Yuan's body suddenly trembled violently.

A sudden flash of enlightenment appeared in those clear, black-and-white eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to fully understand the meaning of his birth.

(End of this chapter)