Mysterious Devouring the Heavens Powerhouse

"The realm of the Five Saint Kings of Sendai is still a bit far from the fairyland! But the time required for the migration of the human race should be calculated in at least a thousand years. I don't need to be in a hurry. The foundation is the most important..."

Glancing at the continuous mountains below that were affected by his own tribulation, Yan Lin dodged and flew to the nearest human tribe.

He didn't dare to stay here any longer.

The forty-nine years of thunder disasters have attracted the attention of many people nearby. If they continue to stay here, it is very likely that some unexpected things will happen.

Not long after Yan Lin left.

A figure shrouded in holy fairy light appeared in the place where he had transcended the calamity, and he closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of figures with different temperaments appeared, facing each other.

In the middle of the prehistoric, the east of Buzhou Mountain.

in a small human tribe.

The sun was rising, and there was still a chill in the air.

But almost all the people in this tribe are up and busy with their own affairs.

Even the six- or seven-year-old children gathered in the open space in front of the tribe, and followed the adults, doing various simple and basic exercises.

The ancient prehistoric world was extremely dangerous, and all kinds of ferocious beasts emerged one after another.

If you want to survive in such a world, you can only start exercising from a young age and improve your strength little by little!

Without strength, even the tribe can't get out!

In the east of the tribe, under a towering ancient tree, three old men dressed in animal skins and with white beards looked at the children exercising in the open space and talked softly.

"The news has come from the ancestral land. Our tribe must return to the ancestral land within ten years, and then migrate to the east as the second batch of personnel!"

The leading old man frowned and sighed.

He is the leader of the human tribe in front of him, and he is more than [-] years old!

More than [-] years ago, he led a group of people to separate from another large tribe, and spent a lot of effort to slowly establish the current small tribe.

There are dangers everywhere in the prehistoric world, monsters, poisonous insects, miasma, etc., are almost everywhere.

The reason why they were able to gain a foothold in this valley was that they didn't know how much they paid, but they didn't expect to receive a message from the ancestral land before they had settled down for many years.

Migrate!

What a heavy word this is!

Even on the earth in modern society, large-scale migration is a big thing that costs your life and money.

In the ancient primordial wilderness, it was a huge event that was enough to shake the existence of the entire race!

"That's a no-brainer!"

The old man on the left sighed with a look of sadness on his face.

"Our human race is multiplying very fast. In just a few thousand years, the area around Buzhou Mountain has been filled with our tribes, and food problems have begun to emerge. Migration is a must!"

The old man on the right was also helpless.

"Also, the conflict between the two lich clans is getting more and more serious. Their battlefields are mainly concentrated around Buzhou Mountain. If a war breaks out between the two clans, our human clan will bear the brunt, and there is no room for resistance... ."

Hearing the two Lich clans, the three fell silent.

The rules of survival in the ancient prehistoric world are very simple.

The weak eat the strong!

Chiguoguo's Law of the Jungle!

Their human race is weak, and they don't even have a complete cultivation method. They are not comparable to the two lich races that dominate the prehistoric world.

Even if the other party doesn't care, let them stay in the surrounding area of ​​Buzhou Mountain.

But can they withstand the aftermath of the battle between the two sides?

"Strength! The strength of our human race is still too weak..."

The old man headed looked at the children exercising not far away, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"It would be great if our human race also had a method of cultivation!"

The human race has only been born for a few thousand years, and even the most basic survival problems have not been solved, and cultivation or anything else does not exist at all.

They are just doing the most basic exercises by instinct.

Although because of the rich innate aura environment of the ancient prehistoric world and their own high talent, they also possessed a good power based on the power of blood.

But that's not enough!

Any encounter with a monster that can't change shape will cause the tribe to suffer heavy losses.

"Look, what is that?"

Just as the tribal leader sighed, the old man next to him suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the sky with a shocked expression on his face.

"That's... the immortals are coming?"

The old man headed was also stunned, didn't dare to neglect, and hurried forward to greet him.