The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Its height is unknown, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, its reach like an endless mountain range in the sky, and wherever it passes, it can shatter the clouds in the sky for thousands of miles into thin porridge.

This is a giant whose appearance is obscured. Perhaps it is not a giant, but some other kind of monster. Even the "caveman" standing at the cave entrance cannot see its full appearance.

They only knew that He was great and could be worshipped as a god.

The elders once spoke of celestial demons and earthly sorcerers.

"The mountain...the mountain was uprooted, he..."

What happened next astonished everyone: a mountain that had blocked their view was easily uprooted by the giant, or more accurately, picked up, as if they were picking up a pebble from the mountain.

Even so, people still couldn't see His full appearance, how tall He was, what He looked like, and they could only see one of His legs, with the rest of His legs nowhere to be seen.

Does that mean He can travel a million miles in one step?

However, even after they uprooted that distant mountain, there were still mountains blocking their view, preventing them from seeing Mount Buzhou.

After uprooting the mountain, the giant took another step and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

He was enormous, but his movements were not at all bulky or slow; he was so fast that they could no longer see him with their naked eyes.

"The rain has stopped." Luo Zu was the first to notice this.

"We don't need to move."

This is truly unexpected. They simply passed by a "giant" and their troubles were solved. This ancient world is truly... capricious.

Then Luo Zu went to the "Library" in the cave to record this event, still using the shamanic script.

By the way, let's name this "giant" Longbo.

Since there is a giant named Longbo in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, but the record says that he was only a few dozen feet tall, and the height of this Longbo god... Luo Zu himself did not know, so he directly wrote down a hundred million miles. Of course, it is also possible that he may only have one leg and one arm.

Although it's true that you have to see things for yourself to make a record, he's not writing documentary literature, so there's no need to be so serious. As long as there's a record, that's enough.

In this way, with the inheritance of knowledge, the human race also developed civilization, and future generations would pass it down in writing, instead of just by word of mouth.

It's a good thing no matter how you look at it.

As the water receded and the dark clouds dispersed, the sun mercilessly dried up the water, revealing the land covered with silt and sand.

They really don't need to move anymore, but what about that rain and that "giant"?

Over the next few days, the "Peak Caveman's" hunting went smoothly, with a harvest every day.

They also discovered the remains of the "giant," a huge footprint.

This footprint can only be seen from the top of the mountain where the cave is located.

It has now become a large lake, but its outline can still be vaguely seen.

Its length is probably over 100,000 li, and its width is over 10,000 li.

Of course, its actual size can only be determined after close-up testing.

"The primordial wilderness," Luo Zu sighed.

Just a few days ago they were fighting for their lives, and now they are in grave danger. It's bizarre, and it really is bizarre.

However, life goes on, and if you live long enough, you might become as unfazed as the elders in the settlement.

The oldest person in the settlement is now about three hundred years old, a third-generation human.

The youngest of the fourth generation of humans is still in the womb.

Luo Zu has not yet had any offspring.

That's not right either. His descendants didn't live on the vast, untamed land, but rather within his own inner world.

That doesn't count as reproduction; it should be considered creation.

But they are indeed his bloodline.

Luo Zu couldn't explain it clearly, but he could see it clearly.

We are all human, and we are all blood relatives.

The people in this settlement are all relatives, but they are still in a primitive tribe, or even a tribe, and it is neither a matriarchal nor a patriarchal society. Everyone is still confused and ignorant.

So Luo Zu probably doesn't even know who his father is...

Of course, I know, but she's already dead. She died on the road during a migration a long time ago.

Therefore, Dad is probably dead.

Luo Zu can be considered a member of the orphanage.

Putting these matters aside for the moment, Luo Zu continued to study his world within the pot.

There's also exploring one's own brain, which is a very important area of ​​research.

But you have to be very careful, after all, he only has one head.

Moreover, it belongs to the direction of cultivation of the grass and innovation. If it fails, it will be very tiring to lose one's head. No, it won't even be tiring.

As the brain absorbs spiritual energy, the head also becomes stronger; at least the skull becomes much more resilient, and the spirit also becomes stronger.

We can now explore the outside world, about three centimeters away from the skin and flesh.

It's a wonderful feeling that you can "see" the scenery outside the world without relying on your five senses. You can close your eyes, block your ears, and block your nostrils.

Of course, he could only see a distance of three centimeters from the outside.

As for further distances, we may need to continue exploring our own brains.

"Is it the brain that's miraculous? Or the soul?" Luo Zu still thought about this primordial world.

In the mythological world, the concept of the soul naturally exists.

Soul, spirit, primordial spirit, yin spirit, yang spirit.

He listed many vague and ethereal things that Luo Zu could think of.

"It's a pity there's no immortal abode around here, otherwise I could have found a master to learn skills from."

The prehistoric world is so vast, with countless famous mountains and rivers, and perhaps many spiritual veins, but there are not many cultivators. If you divide the number of cultivators by the area of ​​the prehistoric world, you might not find a single cultivator in a million square kilometers.

This kind of research might need to be calculated by Hongjun Laozu, and it's unknown whether He has any interest in it.

"We have no choice but to continue experimenting."

Luo Zu immersed himself in his world within the gourd, then carefully sensed the recent changes.

The small human race began to build their own houses, began to use the "Chinese language" taught by Lozu, and even began to make various stone tools.

These are all things that Luo Zu taught among the "Peak Cavemen".

Stone tools made people more skilled at hunting, and houses... unfortunately, since there were caves, there was no need to build houses.

Among these small human races, "leaders" also emerged.

They skipped the matriarchal society and entered a patriarchal society.

In addition, they also began their own hunting, capturing those enlarged versions of microorganisms and fungi.

Luo Zu's thoughts quietly drifted to their side, listening to their conversation.

They were gathered together, placing the monsters they had hunted on the roof of a tall house.

"god!"

"god!"

They were performing a ritual.

This wasn't taught to them by Luo Zu; it was something they did spontaneously.

Is this the stage that humanity will eventually enter?

Worshiping nature totems?

However, they worship Luo Zu.

They worshipped Luozu as...a mother goddess?!