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

"You're finished!"

Qingluan's words were tinged with sympathy: "Poor Golden Crow, you were born too late to know, yet you dared to witness the disaster with your own eyes."

Even Yuan Feng gently shook his head: "Little fellow, the Ancestor of Calamity cannot be looked at directly. Ordinary living beings dare not even utter his name, for touching him will bring disaster."

He spoke very seriously, and Chen Geng's heart pounded like a drum. He hadn't expected that even just looking at him wouldn't be enough.

"What kind of disaster will occur?"

Chen Geng hurriedly asked, "Please enlighten me, Senior Yuanfeng."

Since the other party has already raised the issue, they probably already know about it, right?

But Yuanfeng shook her head: "I don't know. This is your own calamity, which is in accordance with the Great Dao."

Da Feng nodded and said, "Yuan Feng doesn't know your own Great Dao, so naturally you don't know where the disaster comes from. If you are willing to let us see your Great Dao, perhaps we can find out."

Looking at the main road?

Chen Geng was startled, feeling an almost instinctive aversion and rejection. Was it Da Feng's own idea, or Yuan Feng's?

Was it a coincidence, or was there another hidden reason? He subconsciously touched the axe hidden on his body; this treasure had been concealed very well.

Even a naturally divine being couldn't see through it. Back then, the Taoist priest in the black and blue robe could only see He Qingli's thoughts, but not his.

The Great Dao is Chen Geng's foundation, and also the privacy of all the ancestors in the prehistoric world. Logically speaking, if they can't see it, so be it, but they would never bring it up like this.

Moreover, once one reveals their true power, who can guarantee that the other party won't take some unexpected tripping stunts upon seeing them?

He forced a smile: "I'll have to go back and think of a solution myself."

The Ancestor of Disasters hasn't attained enlightenment yet, has he? If we burn him with the True Fire of the Sun, he should be fine.

He returned to his mountain and continued to deal with the spirit fruits and blood food.

Da Feng sighed softly, "Father, He won't fall for it."

"It's normal that we didn't fall for it, otherwise we would have succeeded long ago."

"But the First Qilin is about to attain enlightenment, and we need His help. One of you should go and ask the Ancestral Dragon how long it will take to arrive."

The Azure Phoenix and the Great Wind exchanged a glance, and the Great Wind flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

"Tsk tsk, Yuan Feng can't hold back anymore."

On several other hilltops, several people were exchanging glances, and the smiles in each other's eyes could be seen.

Now that the dragon race occupies the sea and is showing signs of becoming the dominant force, the phoenix race wants to take over the land.

But now that the First Qilin has attained enlightenment, the land will no longer be under Yuan Feng's control.

Time is the least valuable thing, constantly flowing by. Outside Mount Buzhou, one after another, strange creatures came to the outermost edge, hoping to get a piece of the benefits of the Qilin's attainment of Dao.

The Qilin clan opened its gates wide, offering a variety of spiritual fruits and treasures.

He Qingli finally arrived here.

"I'm exhausted!"

  

He already had a large mouth, and every time he breathed, his whole body would swell and contract.

When He arrived here, the system voice immediately came:

[Ding: Arrived at the Qilin Ancestral Land. Rewards issued.]

[Fusion degree: 100%]

He Qingli immediately realized that he was trembling, and an unprecedented feeling of comfort came from his whole body.

"Okay, okay!"

He was thrilled and, now that he had received his reward, planned to leave.

There are Qilins everywhere here; any one of them could crush him. It's best to leave.

But then, he overheard a conversation between several seven-colored deer.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or there might not be any food left."

"Yes, when the First Ancestor Qilin attained enlightenment, the Qilin clan feasted throughout the primordial world. There was plenty of delicious food there. I heard there is a kind of fruit that can make you grow taller than a mountain after just one bite."

"Such a treasure exists? Thank God of Creation!"

"Why didn't you say so sooner? I'm not dawdling anymore, hurry up and run!"

The seven-colored deer ran past quickly, forcing He Qingli to stop abruptly.

Is there any food?

Food!!!

Heaven have mercy, he has eaten so much of that place that there is not even any land left.

The knowledge learned in school is correct; there really are primordial creatures that feed on mountains, rocks, grass, and trees, and he is one of them.

Those things taste bland, but if the Qilin clan invites many guests and is willing to bring out their treasures, that's a different story.

He Qingli turned and plunged headfirst into the Qilin Ancestral Land.

Those seven-colored deer weren't lying to him; the ancestral land of the Qilin clan was indeed teeming with rare and precious treasures.

This is at the foot of Mount Buzhou, where the earth's veins converge, and the place where the First Qilin resides is where even greater creation occurs.

Every leaf on any tree is a treasure!

Seeing that many creatures were eating, He Qingli couldn't resist either. He opened his mouth wide and quickly swept away the remaining food, cleaning up a 10,000-meter-tall nine-needle pine tree in one gulp.

A large number of exotic birds and beasts flew out in a rush; those who were slow would be eaten.

They chattered and vehemently denounced He Qingli's evil deeds.

But that wasn't enough; he ate the entire nine-needle pine branch in one bite.

Innate spiritual energy!

His entire belly was filled with innate spiritual energy; it was a veritable feast for him!

He Qingli's eyes gleamed, and he ate forward tens of thousands of meters in one gulp, frightening many third-class creatures into hastily fleeing.

"Where did this starving ghost come from?"

"My God, he ate a leaf that would take me tens of thousands of years to finish eating in one bite."

"Don't even mention it. If I had run a little slower, he would have eaten me too."

Some Qilin happened to pass by and glanced at it, but didn't pay much attention to it. The creature was so small, they would let it eat it.

How much can you eat?

But gradually, as He Qingli ate more and more, he was still circulating his Great Devouring Heaven Technique, and the food that entered his stomach was immediately digested and became nutrients for his own growth.

At first, He Qingli was scared, worried that he would be killed by the Qilin if he ate too much, but after he found that the Qilin only glanced at him a few times and ignored him, he couldn't stop himself.

"I'll eat! I'll eat!"

He Qingli, thoroughly enjoying his meal, boasted in the group chat: "Everyone, those near the Qilin Ancestral Land at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, hurry over! The food here is free!"

"One spiritual fruit can save you a year of arduous cultivation. I can eat several hundred of them in one go."

Ge Chuan: "Holy crap, didn't you say you were behind? How come you're so fast? Wait for me, I was delayed on the way, I'll be there soon."

Twenty years later, Ge Chuan arrived at his ancestral home. With He Qingli leading the way, he immediately started eating without saying a word.

The nearby transmigrators also arrived one after another, and began to make their way here in a flurry of activity.

Although they did not possess He Qingli's Great Devouring Heaven Technique, they knew the Myriad Races' Qi-Eating Method, which could also increase their digestion speed.

The most conspicuous one is He Qingli. His original body was only a few hundred feet tall, but now he has grown to 100,000 feet tall, taller than many mountains.

Their appetite was astonishing, growing ever larger until it was almost out of control.

Ge Chuan could only keep throwing it into the mouth, which was too slow.

This outermost layer is only for entertaining ordinary prehistoric creatures; none of them can afford to offend them.

"wrong."

Wuzhiqi's voice echoed in Ge Chuan's mind: "Stay away from that Taotie, he's going to cause trouble."

Taotie?

Ge Chuan recalled that it seemed to have been recorded in the textbook, and he vaguely remembered that it was some kind of ferocious beast.

"He's too reckless. People have already noticed him, and he's in mortal danger. You'll be implicated."

"There's an 80% chance that the disaster I told you about will happen here."

Wuzhiqi decisively instructed Ge Chuan to declutter, and his tone became urgent:

"Damn it, someone has set this up. My ability to avoid danger and seek good fortune has been suppressed. It's too late to realize it now."

"Disciple, hurry, hurry to the innermost part of the ancestral land, there is only a glimmer of hope there!"