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

As Xuanbao finished speaking, the campfire fell silent instantly. The leader of Lieshan suddenly stood up, his muscles bulging beneath his animal hide clothing, and his eyes blazed with disbelief. The surrounding humans were initially stunned, then a low murmur of discussion arose, each face displaying a mixture of awe, doubt, and a deep-seated longing.

"Preaching? The path of cultivation?" Lieshan's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He strode forward, his gaze fixed intently on Xuanbao. "Your Excellency... no, Senior! Is this true? You truly intend to pave the way for cultivation for our human race?" As the tribal leader, he understood the predicament his people faced better than anyone. The growth of individual strength seemed to have reached a bottleneck. Relying solely on instinct to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, while strengthening the body and prolonging life, could not form a truly inheritable and unbreakable system. When clashing with the Kui Mu Wolf Clan, those beings born with the ability to wield wind blades and move with lightning speed, the human race often needed to expend several times, even ten times, the courage and sacrifice to barely hold their own. If there were a "Dao" of their own...

For some reason, no one among the humans present found Xuanbao's words impossible, as if Xuanbao possessed a magical power that made people believe him. This might also be because the humans had Xuanbao's bloodline within them, which made it impossible for them to harbor any malice towards Xuanbao, their "father god"...

Xuanbao sat calmly on the spot, the firelight dancing on his serene face, reflecting a transcendent certainty. "A hundred years is not a short time for humanity, enough for you to make many preparations; for me, it is but a moment, just enough to perfect my calculations. Chief of Lieshan, this matter is not just about your tribe, but concerns the future destiny of the entire human race. You must inform the three ancestors of humanity and tell all tribes: a hundred years from now, on the summit of Shouyang Mountain, all those with a heart for the Dao and willing to contribute to the future of humanity may come and listen."

The quick-witted boy, unable to contain himself any longer, eagerly asked, "Senior! What... what should we do now? Should we prepare offerings? Or should we build a high platform? I've heard that when those great gods preach, they always have very grand ceremonies!"

Xuanbao chuckled, raising his hand in a gesture of authority. A gentle yet undeniable force silenced the boy and the surrounding restless crowd. "No need for extravagance. The essence of humanity lies in sincerity and action. In the next hundred years, you have three things to do." He held up three fingers, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Firstly, organize and record. Record as much detail as possible the survival experiences passed down through generations of each tribe, their ways of coexisting with nature, their methods of fighting against disasters and wild beasts, and even the rules of interaction between tribes. Whether it is carved on stone slabs or animal bones, or recorded by tying knots, it is essential to ensure that these traditions are passed down. The foundation of civilization begins with memory and sharing."

"Secondly, observation and understanding. Humanity was born and grew up in the primordial wilderness. How do the sun, moon, and stars revolve? What causes wind, rain, thunder, and lightning? What laws govern the withering and flourishing of plants? How does one's own vital energy flow according to one's will? There is no need to force an understanding of their profound essence; simply observe carefully and feel faithfully. The Dao is right here between heaven and earth and within oneself."

"Thirdly, cultivate your mind and character. The path of cultivation is not only about strengthening the body and mind, but also about cultivating your character. Mutual assistance, resilience, thirst for knowledge, courage and perseverance... these qualities you have already demonstrated in your difficult survival need to be honed even more consciously. Only a united and determined community can bear the weight of the Great Way."

Lieshan was deeply moved, yet also felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and bowed, performing the most solemn salute among humankind: "Your guidance, senior, is like a guiding light in the dark! On behalf of my Lieshan tribe, I will do my utmost to convey this message to the Three Ancestors and all the tribes as quickly as possible! The hundred-year agreement... my human race... will certainly not fail to live up to your expectations!"

Xuanbao nodded, his gaze sweeping over the excited yet simple faces, a sense of感慨 (gan3 kai3, deep emotion) filling his heart. This generation of humanity, thanks to his early intervention, had a starting point far exceeding their original trajectory, avoiding the extreme weakness and massive sacrifices of their infancy. However, they also lacked that ingrained survival and creative instinct that erupted in dire circumstances. Fuxi's protection was like a large umbrella, shielding them from the fiercest storms, but also obscuring part of the sky. Now, it was time for humanity to learn to walk firmly in the sunshine and in the rain. What he wanted to give was not a direct infusion of profound techniques, but a key—a framework for a cultivation system based on humanity's own characteristics, capable of stimulating their inner potential, and ultimately complementing "Qi cultivation" and the "fire of civilization."

"Now that the message has been delivered, I will not linger any longer." Xuanbao stood up, his robes fluttering without wind. "A hundred years from now, atop Shouyang Mountain, I will see a completely new look for the human race."

After speaking, without waiting for anyone to stop him or ask any further questions, his figure swayed slightly, as if ink had blended into the night sky, and he disappeared without a trace from the campfire in an instant, leaving only the crackling of the campfire and the faint, ethereal scent in the air.

Xuanbao's departure was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. That very night, the Lieshan tribe was thrown into unprecedented turmoil and activity. Lieshan immediately summoned its ten most elite warriors and three wise men, best known for their memory and oral tradition, to repeatedly confirm and imprint Xuanbao's appearance, words, and especially the core message: "A hundred years later, he will preach atop Shouyang Mountain, creating a path of cultivation for humanity." They were to be divided into four groups, each carrying a bone tablet engraved with special markings and simple event diagrams, to search in three directions for the three ancestors of humanity (who typically operated in the core ancestral regions of the Youchao, Ziyi, and Suiren clans), and to spread the message to the largest human settlement.

The boy volunteered to join the messenger team, but Lieshan pressed his shoulder and kept him behind: "Shiya, your task is equally important. Stay in the tribe and tell every member of the tribe what you saw and heard tonight, every word the elder said, and the three things he mentioned—organizing and recording, observing and understanding, and cultivating your character—and start doing it yourself! Starting tomorrow, you will be responsible for leading the children to record the positions of the sunrise and sunset each day, and observing which herbs grow best in which season!"

Meanwhile, Xuanbao did not stray far from Shouyang Mountain. He remained hidden in the clouds, his divine sense spreading like invisible ripples, slowly covering the vast human settlements below. He could "see" the Lieshan tribe's intense preparations, and he could also "hear" the bustling sounds of billions of humans working, living, fighting, and communicating on the primordial land. He could sense the scattered, faint yet tenacious sparks of "civilization," and the overall, vast yet somewhat loose and disordered aura of human destiny.

"Cultivation system..." Xuanbao sat cross-legged on a cloud, closed his eyes, and concentrated, his consciousness sinking into the profound Dao realm. As a late-stage Primordial Golden Immortal, he had a comprehensive understanding of all methods and a keen insight into the essence of cultivation among various races. Tailoring a cultivation path for the human race required careful consideration.