The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

"How many witches are there in the Hot Witch Tribe?" Luo Zu asked cautiously.

Tang didn't think it was any secret, after all, the tribe had been scattered by the demon race.

"There were originally thirteen shamans, among whom the clan chief and the great elder were both ninth-rank shamans, and were about to become shaman priests," Tang replied.

"Are there still differences between the shamans and the common people?" Luo Zu asked again.

"Yes, there is. I heard that there was no difference at first, but as more people practiced witchcraft, they gradually came to realize the differences and then made a division, which resulted in the division from one to nine," Tang replied.

"So that demon tribe is really powerful." Luo Zu felt even more worried.

Tang nodded and explained, "The Re and Qiu Zhi have been fighting on this land for 100,000 years without a clear victor. The reason for this is that the Qiu Zhi demon tribe unexpectedly obtained a spiritual treasure." (Note: They have no concept of years; this is a translation.)

"Lingbao?"

Tang explained, "Lingbao is a treasure nurtured by heaven and earth, possessing the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, far superior to my strange beast bone club."

"However, Qiu Zhi could not use the spiritual treasure even after obtaining it. They offered the spiritual treasure to the stars in the sky and asked the demon god for blessings. After receiving the blessings, the chief of Qiu Zhi's demon tribe became a celestial being and then came to attack our Re tribe."

After she finished speaking, Luo Zu handed her a bowl of salted meat soup.

She took a sip, her eyes lighting up: "This...salty taste..."

"Salt," Luo Zu said.

After saying that, he handed her one.

Tang took the soup, pinched a little with her fingers, tasted it, and her eyes lit up even more: "Can we have some of this? I'll trade...this for it."

Tang brought over his companion, who was carrying a leather bundle, and took two things out of the bundle.

"This is your reward for helping us." It was a beast head the size of a palm.

The animal head resembles some kind of rat, but it also has a protruding sharp horn on its skull.

"It can be used for divination; our elders have used it to ask some questions."

Then she took out another item, a piece of light yellow animal hide with sparse, intricately arranged indigo characters on it.

Luo Zu had never seen this script before. Tang explained that it was a sacrificial text of the Wu tribe, not a shamanic script. This script could communicate with heaven and earth and contained a stronger mystical connection than the shamanic script.

This script is used by shamans when they worship Heaven and the ancestral shamans.

The object inscribed with such characters, after being refined through special methods, becomes a vessel, possessing a certain special power.

This animal hide possesses a special power...

"It can store things even larger than itself, just by reciting this mantra—"

"Aya ka ya, ding ding baka."

"..." Why not call it Makka Pakka?

Luo Zu was speechless at this incantation.

Of course, this is only because Luo Zu doesn't know the true meaning of this passage. If he had learned it, he wouldn't have this understanding, but would automatically interpret it as his own understanding in his mind, and he wouldn't feel the urge to suppress his laughter.

"This is the eulogy. Have you memorized it?" Tang pointed to a passage of text on the animal skin.

Luo Zu nodded.

Is this mnemonic just something to be memorized so blatantly?

This reminded Luo Zu of a treasure from a movie or TV series in his previous life—the Moonlight Box.

"So you gave this to us, and then...?"

Before Luo Zu could finish speaking, he saw a stack of animal hides protruding from the animal hide backpack...

"Why not use this to store other things?" Luo Zu's brilliant mind immediately asked.

"It can't be stored." Tang shook his head.

Could there be a conflict? Luo Zu wondered.

So what if you store this thing in your own inner world?

"Why not write these sacrificial texts on something simpler, like clothes..." Luo Zu said, scratching his head.

In those primitive times, many people were barely clothed, and very few had jewelry like rings and earrings.

And people don't really care about these things.

So what do those innate spiritual treasures look like? Are they really shaped like cauldrons, bells, axes, and pagodas?

Once Luo Zu started thinking, he couldn't stop.

But Tang gave the answer: "The shamans have their own hearts; they can swallow many things and carry them with them."

"Heart of mind?"

"Uh, it's something like this." Tang didn't know how to explain.

It is roughly that the shamans can carve out a piece of land in the heart area, which can be used to contain their shamanic power and to store things.

It is similar to the dantian, but more multifunctional.

Luo Zu figured it out himself, so he nodded and let the topic pass.

"By the way, the leader of the Witch Clan is the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so who is the leader of the Demon Clan?" Luo Zu asked.

"They are the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court, but the Grand Elder said that their names cannot be spoken or even thought about casually. If you are a demon, then it may be fine, but if you are a witch, there is a high chance that you will bring disaster upon yourself."

"And what about us humans?" Luo Zu asked.

Tang replied, "I don't know, because I don't know what His name is either."

That's a really simple answer.

Good heavens, Luo Zu doesn't even dare to think about these two names anymore.

If it really is that name, will they respond?

Could it be that this primordial continent is some kind of higher-dimensional primordial world, rather than the ancient primordial world?

Luo Zu is just a nobody now, so he dares not think any further.

I'll try to think less about the names of those important figures in the future.

"By the way, can we think of a name for the Mother Goddess?" Luo Zu asked tentatively.

But to everyone's surprise, Tang revealed a sorrowful expression: "The Mother Goddess has not responded to us for many years."

She shed two strings of tears for this, the sound of tears falling like pearls.

Luo Zu comforted her, saying, "The Mother Goddess is very busy with her affairs. If we call upon her more often in the future, she will surely respond."

What does it mean to be extremely busy?

"..."

The topic continues.

She also told Luo Zu about the local customs and culture of this ancestral land of Houtu.

After all, that tribe had always maintained communication with the outside world. However, the Wu and Yao tribes of the prehistoric land had always had a tacit consensus: as long as there was no large-scale war, two tribes of similar strength could fight each other. Even if one tribe was destroyed, the larger tribe could not participate.

However, if the victorious tribe used special means, especially by concealing the true situation of their tribe, such as the Qiu Zhi tribe, they concealed the fact that their chieftain was a true immortal when they launched an attack on the Re tribe and massacred them.

Tang and his group escaped to another large witch tribe to seek justice for the Re tribe.

So, one last question.

"Have you seen that giant? A very, very tall giant. There's a lake over there that he left behind. He just passed by here not long ago," Luo Zu asked expectantly.

Tang was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Luo Zu to ask about this.

"The elder said that he was a Kuafu from the Kuafu tribe."