Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

Xuanbao, now a late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal, kept tearing open the space in front of him, and in a very short time, he arrived at the human race's ancestral land, Shouyang Mountain.

Xuanbao stood atop Shouyang Mountain, gazing at the towering peak that pierced the clouds. Legend had it that Shouyang Mountain was the embodiment of the divine being Pangu's... well, you know. Although the truth was unknown, its imposing presence made it somewhat plausible.

As he was lost in thought, a commotion arose from the foot of the mountain. Looking down, he saw a group of humans dressed in animal skins and leaves, gathered in a circle around a fire, roasting some kind of wild animal. The aroma wafted all the way up to the mountaintop.

"Well, better late than never." Xuanbao rubbed his hands together, and in a flash, he appeared on the outskirts of the crowd. As soon as Xuanbao appeared, he attracted the attention of the human race.

They all stopped what they were doing and looked at Xuanbao warily. Xuanbao smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't be alarmed, I mean no harm. I was just attracted by the aroma and wanted some food." A tall, resolute-looking man from the human race stepped forward. He sized up Xuanbao and said after a while, "In that case, let's eat together." Xuanbao smiled slightly and sat down. The group sat together and shared the food.

Xuanbao took a piece of roasted, golden-brown, juicy meat and took a bite. Although it was just ordinary meat from a low-level Earth Immortal, Xuanbao ate it with great pleasure. After all, the human race had changed a lot. It was nothing like the human race of the past. Not to mention eating meat from Earth Immortals, even the weakest wild beasts in the prehistoric world could wreak havoc on the human race...

"Good meat!" Xuanbao exclaimed, looking at the tall man. "Brother, may I ask your name?"

The man tore off a large piece of meat, chewed and swallowed, his voice booming: "My name is 'Lieshan,' and I am the chief of this tribe. This beast is a 'Qianyang,' which we hunted yesterday at the edge of the 'Mangcang Forest,' a hundred miles away. It's incredibly strong, and it took quite a bit of effort. Strangely enough, in the last few hundred years, such strange beasts have occasionally appeared in the forest. Eating their meat gives you strength, and their bones, when ground, make exceptionally sturdy tools."

"Leader of Lieshan," Xuanbao took a bamboo tube of clear mountain spring water from someone else, took a sip, and casually asked, "The human race now numbers in the billions, spread across hundreds of millions of miles around Shouyang Mountain. Have you encountered any difficulties? I have traveled far and wide, and perhaps I can do my part."

Before Lieshan could answer, a boy with a childish face but bright eyes spoke up first: "There are many difficulties! The biggest difficulty is 'traveling'!" The boy gestured to the name, "Our tribe wants to exchange some of their specially made rattan armor with the Youchao clan in the south of the mountain, which will take a full three months! We have to cross mountains and valleys, and there are also attacks from wild beasts. I heard that in more distant places, some tribes can only communicate once every few years."

Another older woman, her face weathered by time, nodded in agreement: "And then there's farming. We live near Shouyang Mountain, where the water and grass are plentiful, so we're considered fortunate. I've heard from our fellow tribesmen who have traveled around that some tribes living on the plains and by the river are often plagued by floods. Sometimes, the grains they've worked so hard to grow are wiped out by a single flood. Although everyone in our tribe is now strong and healthy, and we won't starve, it's still not easy to live a stable and prosperous life."

Xuanbao listened, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on his knees. A population of billions, a nascent civilization, yet the basic infrastructure for communication and survival, despite Fuxi's assistance, clearly shows that humanity is still in a primitive stage. After all, can you expect a primordial deity to understand the lifestyles of acquired beings? It all requires trial and error. Humanity currently possesses only heightened individual potential and a massive population, but it hasn't yet been able to effectively channel this power into a cohesive force for the overall advancement of civilization. This, perhaps, is the key to the next stage.

Lieshan then said in a deep voice, "Not only that. In recent years, as our human race's activity range has expanded, friction with some of the other races in the prehistoric world has increased. Although, relying on the prestige of the Holy Mother Nuwa and several father gods, few of the other races in the prehistoric world dare to touch our human race, there are all kinds of birds in a big forest. There is a 'Kuimu Wolf Clan' 30,000 miles to the east, which often harasses our gathering teams on the periphery. Although no major war has broken out, small conflicts are constant. They are individually strong and have sharp innate supernatural powers. We are at a disadvantage because we do not have cultivation methods, and we often have to rely on numbers and bravery to drive them away."

Xuanbao listened quietly, the mountain wind carrying the smoke from the campfire, illuminating the simple yet vibrant faces of the people around him. These narratives, seemingly fragmented—the hardships of travel, the struggles of farming, the disturbances from foreign tribes—in fact collectively depicted a true picture of a civilization struggling in its infancy, seeking a foothold on the primordial land. Fuxi's protection and guidance, while helpful, were limited; they saved humanity from premature death, but also served as a warm swaddling cloth. Some questions, however, had to be answered by humanity itself through trial and error.

Moreover, as Lieshan said, the human race does not have its own cultivation method. In the original world, Laozi should have established the Human Religion and passed down the Golden Core Dao among the human race. Although the Golden Core Dao has been praised and criticized in later generations, how can he say that it is also a path of cultivation? But the current human race relies entirely on instinct to absorb innate spiritual energy. In this life, Laozi did not establish the Human Religion, but instead established the Heavenly Sect.

Xuanbao had made up his mind. It seemed he would have to personally create a path of cultivation for the human race. After all, he was now considered the father god of humanity.

"Leader of Lieshan," Xuanbao spoke, his voice soft yet carrying a strange, soothing power that subsided the surrounding noise. "What you say is all true. The difficulty of travel hinders the exchange of wisdom and resources; the hardship of farming binds the foundation of the tribe's stable reproduction; the disturbances from foreign tribes are like thorns in our backs, making it difficult to move forward wholeheartedly. As for cultivation methods..." He paused, looking at Lieshan's body, which contained immense blood and energy but lacked a corresponding method of channeling it, "It is truly a pity to possess such a treasure trove but not know the way to it."

Lie Shan's eyes narrowed, and he put down the bone dagger in his hand: "Judging from your words, it seems you have something to teach me?" He was not a dull person. Xuan Bao's temperament was extraordinary. His sudden appearance on the summit of Shouyang Mountain and his concern for the suffering of the people were no ordinary visitors. However, the aura emanating from Xuan Bao was harmonious and profound, like an abyss and a clear sky, which Lie Shan could not fathom, nor could he feel any ill will towards him.

"I wouldn't call it instruction." Xuanbao gently shook his head, a wisp of pale golden magic flowing from his fingertip, transforming into a profound rune that floated above his palm, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to ripple slightly. "I have traveled throughout the primordial world and witnessed the rise and fall of countless races. For a race to truly stand tall and endure, the most important things are 'inheritance' and 'choosing the right direction.' Inheritance ensures that experience and wisdom are immortal; choosing the right path points the way for the race's strength."

The boy's eyes widened as he stared at the rune that seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the universe, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are you... are you a deity? What is this glittering thing?"

"You can think of it that way." Xuanbao smiled slightly and dispersed the runes. "But this is not what I want to give you today. You can pass the message on to the three ancestors of the human race. A hundred years later, I will preach here and create the most suitable path of cultivation for the human race."