The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 183 Peach Blossom Spring, Yellow Millet Cave, Lingjiu Daoist (Third Update)

Thirty-four thousand ninety-eight first-order immortal techniques—since the beginning of the primordial world and the start of cultivation, such a talent has never appeared before.

Now that it has suddenly appeared, neither heaven nor earth has bestowed holy light, nor has it granted any merit, nor has it been announced to the entire prehistoric world.

No sages came to visit him, nor did anyone personally lead him to become a disciple. The Dao Ancestor cast down purple energy, decreeing that he should become a saint. Only he himself was content with this, slowly walking the Dao among the primordial mountains and rivers.

"All is well at home, clan chief, please do not worry."

This is a short message from the "Cavemen".

Since the news came from Luoxiang, after Luo Zu set off, he had sensed his clone left in the tribe from a distance. Indeed, everything in Luoxiang was fine, everyone's cultivation was in good order, and recently another tribesman had become a true immortal.

A steady improvement is the best outcome.

However, just like the immortals in the world within the pot, they are still stuck at the first rank and have not yet cultivated to the second rank of true immortal.

The deer was faster, after all, he had cultivated seven Dharma bodies, greatly increasing his wisdom, so he naturally cultivated faster than others. Now he had cultivated fifty-two immortal techniques. He had only cultivated forty-eight originally. Luo Zu had only been away for four months, and he had already cultivated four immortal techniques, which was not bad.

After all, the rest of them were still struggling with their first and second immortal techniques after becoming immortals.

Luo Zu was generous with his praise, and seeing his diligent practice, he offered even more compliments.

As for the development and construction of the tribe, Luo Zu rarely interfered. Although Tie Tou often consulted him, if it weren't for the delay caused by long-distance communication, he would have consulted him every day.

Annoyed, Luo Zu demanded of him: "You have a thousand-year-old record of events, why bother asking me?"

Then this guy came with the Millennium Chronicle and asked questions. He didn't understand this or that. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to interfere too much in the affairs of the tribe, Luo Zu would have directly removed him from his position as chieftain and handed it over to Huowa or Lu.

But then I thought better of it and decided to just block him.

Of course, if something major happens in the clan, his clone is still there and can handle it on its own.

After all, he had also placed a spiritual brain in the Fire Cloud Cave.

Therefore, his clone can be considered the "Heavenly Dao" of the Fire Cloud Cave Heaven. It can record all the information that happens inside and can also extend its tentacles outside the cave heaven to collect information from the outside world. However, if he wants to have the ability to think independently, he needs to be opened by Luo Zu.

Luo Zu would not allow the crisis of "clones" to occur to him, so he strictly limits the independent thinking ability of his clones. Generally, the clones and incarnations he creates are imbued with his thoughts, so the thoughts they make are also those of his original self.

Luo Zu strolled through the mountains while collecting and analyzing news from Luo Township.

As he walked, he realized that he had unknowingly wandered into a strange region.

"This place... wasn't in my consciousness before, was it?"

Luo Zu found it very strange.

The mountains in front of him had become much shorter, and his divine sense could no longer extend outside his body. He didn't know when all this happened; it seemed that he had only been in a daze for a moment before it all occurred.

"Who created this blessed land?" Luo Zu was secretly shocked, but his connection with his clone was not severed.

This is also a major reason why he was caught up in this without realizing it when he was distracted.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, birds sing and flowers bloom. The sky is vast and the land is boundless. Greenery surrounds us, and the slender reeds brush gently against Luo Zu's trouser legs.

Luo Zu glanced at it, then paid it no further attention and continued walking along a small path.

The presence of a road indicates the presence of "people," since the road is made of bare, compacted loess soil with no weeds growing on it, clearly indicating that "people" frequently travel on it.

So Luo Zu decided to walk along this road and see what lay at the end.

Now that his divine sense is limited and he can no longer "see" what lies ahead, Luo Zu is being extra careful.

Although his divine sense was limited, he could still use all his immortal techniques. He wasn't someone who relied on his divine sense for everything, so he gently sent out a breeze and then used all his senses to sense the information the breeze brought back.

The breeze blew for about thirty miles, and Luo Zu walked for one mile before the breeze slowly returned, bringing back a rich aroma, the dampness of licorice, the fragrance of three hundred and twenty-one different flowers, and a sense of human presence.

Not only humans, but also demons, witches, and other races that Luo Zu did not recognize.

That's interesting.

Luo Zu continued forward, but the mountain path came to an end, stopping before a wide, rapid stream.

The torrents were rushing down the mountain with a thunderous roar, which Luo Zu heard even when he was still among the dense reeds.

This was not unexpected, but what puzzled Luo Zu was that a small boat was parked on the bank of the Angry River, and a witch wearing a headdress similar to a conical hat was sitting on it.

He wasn't as tall as the witch clan outside; he was about the same height as Luo Zu. He also had a human head, but his hair was like weeds, sticking out from the empty middle of his hat, making him look like a radish.

He wore a dress made of lotus leaves and used both hands to prop up a wooden oar, controlling the raging river and preventing the sampan from being swept downstream.

Hearing Luo Zu's footsteps, he suddenly looked up, and only then did Luo Zu see his face.

Its nose is as red as a garlic bulb, its eyes are like amber, its ears can catch the wind, and its big mouth can fit a fist.

Upon seeing Luo Zu, he chuckled and said, "A rare guest indeed! It's been a long time since I've seen anyone here."

The language was that of the Wu tribe, but the accent was completely unlike that of the Wu tribe; instead, it was very similar to that of the demon tribe.

When Luo Zu saw him, he was secretly on guard, but the way he spoke made Luo Zu even more wary.

Be ready to give him a taste of his own medicine at any time, so he'll know why flowers bloom so beautifully.

"I wonder where this treasure land is?" Luo Zu asked in the language of the Wu tribe.

He replied, "This place is a paradise, a dreamlike paradise."

"What's the significance of this?" Luo Zu wondered to himself.

He had heard of both of those names before.

These are all things written in textbooks from a previous life.

But these two places don't really fit with the prehistoric world.

He seemed a little impatient and said, "What's so special about it? It's just a blessed land, a good place."

"I have to keep on my way and cannot stay any longer. Could you please see me out?" Luo Zu asked again.

He scrutinized Luo Zu carefully, then said irritably, "Once you're here, you can't get out. You can only go forward. Do you want to cross the river?"

"Not busy," Luo Zu waved his hand.

Strangely enough, he now feels that there is nothing strange about this place, even after only exchanging a few words.

It's obviously this guy who's behind this mess.

Then he said with a helpless expression, "I'm just a boatman, taking you creatures who have strayed into the Yellow Millet Cave to the Peach Blossom Spring. I won't throw you off the river halfway, nor will I steal anything from you. In short, I won't harm you."

Isn't this just admitting your own guilt?

"May I ask your name?" Luo Zu thought for a moment, thinking that asking a name might reveal an extraordinary reputation.

The Primordial Laozi reached the heavens and accomplished everything.

After all, they had just encountered Hongyun, so meeting another important figure now didn't seem like much.

"Lingjiu, a lowly name." He scrunched up his face, seemingly dissatisfied with his name.

Vulture...?

Luo Zu didn't immediately recognize which celebrity this was.

But with a quick thought, a matching person was found.

The Taoist Master Ran Deng.

His residence was located on Lingjiu Mountain.

So this person is related to the Taoist Ran Deng?

"Do you want to cross the river?!" Lingjiu interrupted Luozu's thoughts with a shout.

Clearly, he was even more impatient.

"I'll just wait here until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble." Luo Zu, however, was even less willing to fall for this trick.

Moreover, it seemed that Lingjiu couldn't force him onto the boat. Even if he tried, Luozu would be happy to smear his face with iron tree silver flowers.

Maybe this name is a...

It shouldn't be a coincidence, after all, this is the primordial world.

Who knows if the Taoist Ran Deng was watching from somewhere?

What if he says, "We are destined to be together, and you want to help him achieve enlightenment"?

No, after all, the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods hasn't even started yet, and this person hasn't joined the Western Religion, so they shouldn't be making such unreasonable demands.

"Fine, then you can just wait until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble."

The vulture departed, swaying gently as it rowed away.

(End of this chapter)