Before the Lich War, I led the human race to the west

Honghuang is the border between the East and the West.

The further west you go, the more yellow sand you see. All you can see is desolate and desolate.

The gullies on the ground are like natural moats, tens of millions of miles long, and where they lead to.

Behind Ren Huang, hundreds of people are arduously marching through the yellow wind.

""My tribesmen, hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon!"

Ren Huang raised one hand and shouted, holding a thin arm with skin and bones in the other.

Hundreds of people held hands, resisting the wind and sand, and marched hard.

"Grandpa Ren, can we really live a good life in the West?"

"If we live in the West, will we no longer have to worry about being eaten by monsters?"

"Will we have enough to eat in the west?"

Ren Huang felt that Xiao Lizi, who was holding his hand, was trembling slightly.

The thin clothes she wore, made of grass leaves, could not keep her warm in the sub-zero cold. She had long been accustomed to the cold, and the trembling was due to the fear of the unknown.

The people of the entire tribe who followed Ren Huang here had died.

Along the way, they had gone through countless dangers, such as natural dangers, demon tribes, witch tribes, and spirits.

But the west did not look like a good place.

The yellow sand was rolling and the west wind was strong. It really did not look like a place where people could live.

"Believe me, I have never lied to you, right?"

Ren Huang stopped and touched Xiao Lizi's head.

When he first traveled to the prehistoric world, he was still a young man of 20 years old.

But now he is more than 120 years old, probably the oldest one among the prehistoric human race.

That's right, Ren Huang is a traveler.

He traveled to the prehistoric world, the most difficult time for the human race.

In order to refine the Tuwu Sword, the demon race slaughtered the human race.

Countless human deaths turned into nutrients for the Tuwu Sword and were harvested and slaughtered.

Ren Huang is the leader of a small tribe.

After traveling, he got the system.

However, the system's pre-task required him to lead the human race to find a safe place to survive.

Ren Huang made a shocking decision- leading his tribe to migrate to the west to survive!

In the prehistoric novels of the previous life, this would definitely be a decision that would be criticized to death.

But for Ren Huang at that time, this was the most appropriate choice.

Several saints in the East, whether it was the Three Pure Ones or Nuwa, for whatever reason, obviously ignored the demon race's refining of the Tuwu Sword.

But the West is different.

The West is barren. , desolate, and there are not many living creatures.

If there are tribes willing to migrate to the West, the two saints in the West will definitely welcome them in order to revitalize the West.

Here, they can get the real protection of the saints.

Even if the saints in the West do not protect the human race, there are no liches and no prehistoric tribes in the West. The human race can reproduce and grow here, and slowly return to the East.

Maybe it's good luck.

The Great Wilderness Tribe where Ren Huang is located is not far from the border between the East and the West.

So he was able to lead the tribe and rush here step by step in just a hundred years. Whether this decision is right or wrong, he has considered it countless times in the past hundred years.

The only answer is: It is better than sitting and waiting to be slaughtered by the demons.

I would rather make mistakes than do nothing.

Facing the wind and sand all over the sky, Ren Huang's steps are unwavering.

Just when he was about to cross the west.

A figure fell from the sky.

This is a young man with a positive and peaceful breath, a sense of detachment from the world, and people stay away from him.

"Go back, the human race was born in the East, now is not the time for the human race to step into the West."

He looked indifferent, saying what he thought was a matter of course.

Ren Huang paused, trying to straighten his aching back:"May I ask who is ahead, and why are you blocking our human race from moving forward?"

"I am the eldest disciple of the Great Purity Saint, Taoist Xuandu."

Ren Huang suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

Xuandu, born in the human race, is the only prehistoric creature to be a disciple of the Great Purity Saint.

As a disciple of the saint, and the only one who was taught by him personally, he can be said to be the first or second generation of the prehistoric world!

Countless humans are proud of him because of his appearance in the human race, and think that this is the proof that the human race is not inferior to other races! But he never appeared when the human race was in trouble!

Unexpectedly, I saw this famous person today.

Ren Huang stepped forward and asked in a deep voice:"Why do you want to retreat?"

Xuandu looked indifferent:"It's fate."

A hundred years of time, as a mortal.

Ren Huang has gone through countless natural dangers. The tribe has been reduced from tens of thousands of deaths to only a few hundred people. The human race that ran away with him at the beginning has all died, and now these people are even those who have been born in these years!

He thought he had seen enough, learned to endure and remain silent, and got used to escaping and dying.

But at this moment he realized that he had never been so angry as he is today!

He was angry, not because Xuandu didn't care about the life and death of the human race and allowed the monster race to slaughter the human race. But because, since you don't care about the life and death of the human race, why do you want to interfere in the affairs of their tribe, even the migration and survival place?

He just wanted to ask why!

Why, Xuandu's condescending words would make the entire tribe's hundred years of hard work go to waste!

Ren Huang was furious and shouted,"My Dahuang tribe was slaughtered by the monster race in the east and was almost extinct. Do you know?!"

"No, it’s not just my Great Wilderness tribe, the human race is almost extinct, did you know that?!"

The demon race has refined the Tuwu Sword, and there will be only one human left!

A great tribe with millions of people, now only a few are left!

Xuandu looked at Ren Huang for the first time, as if he wanted to see what this weak old man wanted to say.

"If our tribe returns, will we still be slaughtered by the demons and live in danger?"

In the east, the demons are still slaughtering!

The human race is being kept captive by the demons.���Just like leeks, they harvested one crop after another!

Their tribe was just a microcosm!

"Why can't we decide where we live?!"

"You are from our human race, and you are a disciple of a saint. You are the most noble existence in the human race. Since you don't care about the massacre of our human race, why do you want to interfere in the internal affairs of our Great Wilderness tribe?"

Ren Huang was angry.

As a time traveler, he knew very well.

There was a very important reason why Xuandu could become a disciple of Taiqing - because he was a human.

Taiqing established the human religion and became a saint, so he decided to choose a human as his disciple!

Benefiting from the identity of the human race, ignoring the human race, and not even allowing the survival of leaving home?!

Xuandu's face was not the slightest bit of ripples, just lightly said:"This is the destiny."

Angry?

Why should he be angry for an ant.

But Ren Huang was angry!

He was angry at Xuandu's arrogance and Xuandu's indifference!

"Xuandu, when you successfully became the disciple of Saint Taiqing, were you also so indifferent and heartless?"

""Xuandu, have you forgotten your human origin?!"

Ren Huang took another step forward!

Xuandu's expression finally changed a little.

However, he was still contemptuous and was too lazy to answer Ren Huang's questions.

At this moment, Ren Huang actually felt as if he had"won".

When the gap in strength was like a chasm, he could be moved a little, as if he had already won.

Even though he knew that he was not strong enough, at this moment Ren Huang really wanted to rush up and slap him, to see if there was any such thing as the destiny he mentioned?

When the human race was slaughtered

, it was fine. I will go my own way and make my own survival!

But why, now that I am going to the place of survival I am looking for, you come to interfere again?! There are tens of millions of people in the human race, and the Great Wilderness Tribe is only a very small part of them.

For such an insignificant part, you also want to make comments?!

Ren Huang turned his head and looked behind him. In the yellow sand, eager and expectant eyes looked at him.

"Everyone, are any of you going to leave?"

Ren Huang said this, and the hundreds of people behind him were excited.

"Grandpa Ren, I won't leave!"

The eight-year-old Xiao Lizi stepped forward and grabbed Ren Huang's hand tightly.

"I listen to my grandfather, I don't listen to him."

"Chief, I won’t leave either!"

"I won’t leave either. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to die in the mouth of the monsters again!"

"……"

Voices rang out one after another.

Who wants to go back?

Go back and die in the mouths of the monsters?

Who is willing to listen to him?

He is high above, and a single word can decide the fate of the tribe.

What is the whole tribe's efforts for a hundred years?

What are the dry bones along the way?

Their fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, compatriots... all died on the way to the west!

Retreat?

How can they retreat!

Ren Huang let go of Xiao Lizi's hand and took another step forward:"The Great Wilderness Tribe will not retreat."

"One day, we may return to the East"

"If we go back, we must fight back with honor, and scare the demons and gods into submission!"

"Now���…"

""Get lost!"

He said, already intending to die.

The gap in strength was too big.

He knew that the human race could not disobey Xuandu.

This was the high and mighty Golden Immortal, who could kill all of them with a wave of his hand.

But... if he couldn't decide his own fate, he might as well die.

It was just a death.

On this journey, countless people had died.