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

[Fellow transmigrators, according to the latest news, a major upheaval has occurred in the mythology of the three races, bringing color to what was once a gray world.]

This might be an opportunity to earn contribution points, but please prioritize your safety and play it safe!

The text reappeared on the scroll. Chen Geng glanced at it twice. He wondered how much time had passed. The flow of time was different, and the official information was updating far too slowly.

His gaze fell on another scene; he preferred to see the surviving time travelers interacting with each other rather than the official discussions.

Number of survivors remaining: 1628.

This is the mortality rate in the primordial world. Those who have survived until now are either lucky or have chosen a good race.

Either they are intelligent people with great fortune.

The death toll is already slowing down; otherwise, all the people who came in would have died long ago.

Dong Xiaomiao: "Everyone, has anyone gained contribution points? I was blown to a mountaintop by the wings of an unknown giant bird, and stayed there for a long time, feeling like I was about to merge with the mountain, and yet I inexplicably gained 1 contribution point."

She gained contribution points, which was unexpected by Chen Geng, and some speculation ensued.

Zhang Yuming: "Finally, someone has earned contribution points! I won't hide it from you; I actually earned 1 contribution point as soon as the world's colors appeared."

"I am a dragon. Several beams of light shone down, and a sliver of light touched the seawater, instantly giving it color and granting me contribution points."

"Later, when the clan fought with the Qilin, I helped in the fight and gained another point."

After Zhang Yuming spoke, the channel immediately became lively.

Liao Dong: "I watered a tree every day, and who knew that I'd actually gain 1 point from it."

Zhao Shikai: "Why didn't I get any contribution points? I transmigrated into a snake with ox horns, why doesn't this kind of good thing happen to me?"

As they discussed this, Chen Geng suddenly realized that the number of survivors had decreased from 1682 to 1328.

This means that more than two hundred people died during this period.

They must have wanted to gain contribution points, but they were killed because of their reckless actions.

Zhang Yuming: "Everyone, don't get agitated, don't act impulsively!"

"We only gained contribution points by luck. After all, this is the most dangerous mythical place; acting rashly could very well result in our immediate demise."

She was quite responsible, advising everyone not to act rashly, and that surviving this myth would be the greatest victory!

Dong Xiaomiao found Chen Geng and chatted with him, asking if he had received any contribution points.

"Uncle Chen, I remember you chose the Three-Legged Crow. Where are you now? Have you gained any contribution points?"

"Hey, I didn't mean to brag, I just advise you not to get too excited just because I got 1 point. You'd better play it safe. At worst, I'll protect you once we get out of here."

Chen Geng was speechless. Dong Xiaomiao probably didn't even know that she had already gained 1 points.

Choice is always more important than effort. The three-legged crow, whom no one believed in, actually made the right bet.

However, the various coincidences by which they gained contribution points gave Chen Geng some ideas about how to obtain contribution points.

He remembered that he had given the bird the fire of the sun in his beak in order to earn contribution points.

That single spark of true fire brought color to the entire primordial world.

  

The entire process of change was reflected in his eyes. Although he never broke through that layer of opportunity, Chen Geng remembered it all.

Dong Xiaomiao, on the other hand, is shrouded in the mountaintop, and her contribution value is earned by generating dew on herself to nourish life.

It doesn't seem like it... There is no rain in this primordial wilderness, and even if there are contribution points, it's impossible for it to be only 1 point.

The other person, Zhao Shikai, earned his contribution points by watering the plants every day, but he was certain that this tactic was useless.

Finally, take Zhang Yuming as an example. She did nothing but receive the refracted "light," yet she still received contribution points.

Chen Geng felt his mind becoming increasingly sharp, and as he kept looking at the messages in the group chat, a possibility popped into his head.

change?

Yes, change! It seems that everyone's contribution value comes from making changes to the current world.

He was probably right, so now we need to verify it.

Chen Geng's gaze began to sweep across the entire prehistoric world, wondering what else he could do with the sun.

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Huaxia, the official headquarters of the Three Races Mythology Command.

"Mr. Huang, have you encountered any situations where colors appear before?"

The mythologists questioned the man who only had half a body left:

"Now that many of them have actually gained contribution points, does this mean the situation is improving?"

"I think there's a high chance that many of them will survive, especially if someone can increase the integration level..."

"I told you, stop dreaming."

Huang Can interrupted him directly, his eyes filled with hostility.

"When I experienced the mythology of the three races, I also gained contribution points, and not just 1 point, but 10 points."

10 points!

Most of the researchers were taken aback and immediately put down their work to listen attentively.

"Do you know how I got these 10 contribution points? I earned them by fighting against other races every day."

"Some others contributed more than me, but they all died in the end, and only I survived."

Huang Can scoffed, "That world is too dangerous. It's a dog-eat-dog world with a terrifyingly high mortality rate. And you can't earn contribution points just through hard work and intelligence; it's all about luck!"

He concluded, "Just watch, there's still plenty of time. They were already so dangerous in a colorless world, but now that they have color, they'll all be wiped out very soon."

Huang Can's words reached the highest meeting: "Prepare for natural disasters as soon as possible. Not everyone can be as outstanding as me and survive."

He has reason to be proud, after all, he is one in a million. Although he did not reach the level of fusion when he came out and brought out the abilities of the dragon race, he did bring out some of the dragon race physique.

On Earth, his half-body was already enough to suppress a region.

The people at the highest command didn't like Huang Can's tone, but he was the only one who survived, so they had no choice but to ask him for information.

In the primordial chaos, Chen Geng quickly found a way to verify it.

He was waiting for the bird to come back. If his idea was correct, he would definitely be able to earn contribution points for whatever the bird accomplished.

After an unknown period of time, the number of survivors was reduced to 1080.

The bird finally returned, this time to thank Chen Geng. Now it was entirely crimson, its wings fluttering rapidly as it stared curiously at Chen Geng.

You look so beautiful.

The bird's eyes were full of envy: "Just like the sunlight that was given to me, so colorful."

"Am I not black?"

Chen Geng looked around at himself and realized that he was indeed very colorful.

He suddenly remembered that birds have a richer perception of color; crows appear black to humans, but in reality, it's because they have too many colors.

Is this how mythological stories originated?

Chen Geng flew towards the bird, which allowed him to move around more, but unfortunately he still couldn't touch it.

"Little bird, can you do me a favor?"

He then pulled a ray of fire from the sun: "Help me throw it onto any mountain."

The sunlight was originally colorless, but when it fell on the red bird, it instantly turned red.

It completely merged into the bird's body, and its state changed after the fusion.

Then, the bird's entire body burst into flames of red fire, making it look extraordinary.

At that very moment, Chen Geng discovered that his contribution value on the scroll had increased by another 10000.

He stared at the bird's flames, and the opportunity that had been elusive in his heart was finally burned through.

A flurry of images flashed before his eyes.

Chen Geng understood, initially from his understanding of this popular dish.

Then, Chen Geng integrated his insights into himself and sensed something deep within his body. He slightly opened his mouth and actually spat out a ball of fire, which was a golden-white incandescent color.

This is his... innate supernatural power!

The birds, too, understood themselves, and the sunlight merged with something deep within their blood.

Do you understand why the firelight burns when it falls on you?

At this moment, the two ethereal, primordial deities experienced their first "enlightenment" regarding the "Tao."

"What's your name?" Chen Geng asked the bird, which was then able to get closer to the sun.

"My name is Suzaku!"