The primordial chaos has arrived, and you have to choose the crow at the start.

"How come there are houses here?"

Chen Geng's pupils contracted, and he became hesitant to approach.

He looked around and saw golden wheat growing on the golden earth.

In some paddy fields, the rice ears are also full and plump.

Along the edges of the fields, a dazzling array of fruit trees are planted, laden with ripe, abundant fruit.

Upon seeing this, Chen Geng's appetite was piqued, and he quickly walked forward to a fruit tree.

As a primordial being, the Golden Crow immediately recognized the origins of these fruit trees.

Innate spiritual root!

They all possess innate spiritual roots!

The wheat, rice, and fruit trees here are all from this place!

Chen Geng's eyes lit up, and he wanted to go forward and pick a fruit. If he could get any one of them, he would have made a huge profit on this trip!

But at this moment, the fruit tree grew infinitely tall, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach it.

He settled for second best and tried to pull up a stalk of wheat.

But the wheat yield became infinitely low.

As Chen Geng continued forward, he discovered that the fields had become incredibly vast, with endless ridges stretching out before him, making it impossible to reach any of the innate spiritual roots.

These were not opportunities for him.

Chen Geng understood and sighed, then turned around and headed towards the thatched hut.

This time, the distance beneath my feet no longer seemed infinitely long; instead, it felt exceptionally easy.

With just a few light steps, he arrived in front of the thatched hut. On the hut and on the ground, some farm tools, such as sickles, axes, and hoes, were casually hung and placed.

"Hehe, little birds are always so greedy; they come to steal the crops when they're ripe."

Suddenly, a voice came from in front of him, and Chen Geng realized that an old farmer, wearing a straw hat and with muddy legs, had appeared in front of him at some point, lying on a rocking chair and fanning himself with a palm leaf fan.

"Hello, senior."

  

Chen Geng bowed and said politely, "This junior was searching for opportunities on Mount Buzhou and happened to pass by this place. I did not know that this was already your place of practice."

"Please forgive me, senior. I have disturbed you and will take my leave now."

He turned and left, feeling regretful. Although this place was meant for him, someone else had already seized the opportunity.

This connection is probably going to end, and it looks like I'll be leaving empty-handed.

However, the old farmer seemed quite kind.

"So many treasures, you don't want them?"

But then the old farmer uttered a few words, and Chen Geng, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks...

"What do you mean, senpai?"

The old farmer chuckled softly, then pointed with his palm-leaf fan at the wheat fields, rice paddies, fruit trees, and rural landscape, saying:

"So many things are ripe now, how can an old man like me, with difficulty walking, possibly manage to collect them all?"

"It's going to rain soon, could you please help me bring them all in?"

You've received them all?

Chen Geng glanced at the thatched hut subconsciously, and without any restraint, laughed and said, "Senior, there are too many things here. I'm afraid I won't have room to put them all."

"Nowhere to put it?"

The old farmer was startled for a moment, then got up angrily, swaggered in front of Chen Geng, and hit him on the head with a palm-leaf fan, saying:

"You clever bird, usually so quick to steal food, can't you think of a way to put it away when you have nowhere to put it?"

He seemed very angry, and stormed back to the thatched hut with his hands behind his back, slamming the door shut with a "plop."

If you don't have money to live in a nice house, the sound of closing this thatched door is barely loud, like a fart.

The thought inexplicably flashed through Chen Geng's mind, but he wasn't angry. His gaze fell on the farm tools.

He bowed to the thatched hut, then picked up the axe and strolled leisurely into the golden grove behind the hut.

Everything was golden, and he couldn't name some of the trees.

But with one swing of the axe, the heartwood of the tree is golden.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of logging continued, and Chen Geng chopped from morning till night before finally cutting down a tree as thick as a bowl.

His claws were a bit awkward; it was fortunate that he was a three-legged golden crow, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to hold an axe using his wings.

This tree can be cut into four planks, two large and two small, which is far from enough to build a warehouse.

He didn't feel tired; instead, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the logging business, swinging his axe repeatedly.

There's still a lot to do. After building the house, we still need to harvest the rice and wheat.

Having a naturally good physique is great; I don't feel tired at all.

Gradually, he seemed to forget everything, with only the sound of chopping wood echoing in the golden cave.

He didn't even notice the scroll shaking.

On Earth, the command center is in complete chaos.

"300 people remain!"

Report: 260 people remaining!

"Report: The transmigrator I was supposed to connect with died of thirst by the great lake."

"His last words were, 'This myth has no water.'"

"Report: Fewer than two hundred people remain, and the death toll is not decreasing but increasing!"

The repeated reminders hung over Fang Yun like a death knell.

He slumped to the ground; the chair had long since been removed.

"Deputy Commander, Staff Officer, what should we do?"

He finally had no other choice and looked dejectedly at the calendar.

It has been less than a month since the time travelers entered the mythology.

The mortality rate was even higher than when they first entered the mythology of the three races.

"A total of 80 people went in this time..."

The staff officer's expression was also grim: "I don't even know how to talk to their parents."

"Don't worry, you can't do it. Your subordinates do all the work, but it's really hard to recruit people. Many of them have resigned because of the immense pressure."

The deputy commander gave a wry smile: "Let's issue a notice and tell everyone to prepare. This natural disaster is ultimately going to happen to us."

The Great Xia Dynasty persisted for 60 years, trying every possible method, but ultimately, it lacked luck and made a fatal mistake.

I just don't know what the punishment will be...

"Still can't get in touch with Chen Geng?"

Fang Yun, clinging to her last hope, asked Cui Jue a question.

"We can't get in touch with him, but his name is still online."

Cui Jue didn't know what had happened either. He stared at Fang Yun and sighed.

"Brother Chen is probably angry. Commander-in-chief, I'm not trying to be mean, but if you can resolutely go all in on Brother Chen, maybe we still have a chance."

Yes, Fang Yun did not choose Chen Geng; he did consider that this student had only experienced one complete myth.

His current position is too important; he dares not gamble. Zhou Yuling is, after all, a Refining Spirit cultivator, only half a step away from Returning to Emptiness.

He could only console himself with the thought that Zhou Yuling was still alive and might be able to create an opportunity.

Mount Buzhou in the primordial chaos...

The old farmer had somehow emerged from his thatched hut, sat back in his rocking chair humming a song, and occasionally glanced outside, where he saw the suns soaring across the sky.

"It'll be almost done, it won't burn for much longer."

He seemed to be lamenting the hot weather: "After the autumn heat comes winter."

Listening to the rhythmic sounds, the old Taoist priest slowly drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the primordial world, a figure emerged from beneath the nine suns in the sky.

The figure was tall and imposing, with an unknown height, and a curved bone on his back.

He had just returned from the East Sea, with a group of dragon corpses with their tendons pulled out hanging from his waist, strung together with hemp rope like eels.

The towering dragon corpse, obscuring the sky, appeared as tiny as a piece of jewelry.

Behind Him was a basket of feathers, which He had picked from the immortal volcano in the south.

This great shaman used bent bones as bows, dragon tendons as strings, Jianmu trees as arrows, and phoenix feathers as feathers.

The arrowheads are even made from the claws of a black tortoise from the North Sea.