My Twenty-four Heavens

　　 The hope brought by the Emperor Shennong did not last long.

　　 With the passage of time, only five years later, the land became barren again.

　　 Except for the tenacious weeds and trees, the crops that humans rely on for survival cannot survive on the earth at all.

　　 Even Shennong’s method of burning the earth could not restore the earth’s power to breed crops.

　　 For nearly twenty years, the Shennong clan, who was once rich and powerful, is already old.

　　 He squatted in the field, looking at the land that had become scarlet for no reason, and the people who were getting thinner and weaker, and felt sad.

　　 Shennong, who was unable to return to heaven, was even shaken in his heart at this moment.

　　 Human race, can you really be self-improving?

　　 rumbling!

　　 At this moment, the gloomy sky suddenly heard the sound of thunder, and then amidst the changing circumstances, pouring rain fell from the sky.

　　Rainwater once represented the hope of life.

　　 But at the moment, Shennong, who is already a little rickety in the rain, has no joy at all.

　　 He looked up at the lightning and thunder in the sky, and shouted to God in a voice of grief and anger:

　　 "Why is fate so unfair!"

　　 "God in the sky, please tell me why the human race has so many disasters!"

　　 "What the **** did Human Race do wrong, we just want to live!"

　　 "If Terran really does something wrong, I, Shennong, will bear it alone!"

　　 "Gods in the sky, lay down your punishment. As long as the tribe can survive, Shennong can face all punishments."

　　 Shennong's sad voice echoed in the boundless world, but in the sky that primitive people knew, there were no gods, and naturally no gods would respond to Shennong.

　　 But Shennong is still unwilling to yell at the sky. More and more people seem to be infected by Shennong's spirit and walk out of their houses one after another, looking at the old man who has dedicated his life to the tribe in admiration.

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　　 "What's the matter? If the land is good, why can't plants grow?"

　　 The changes in the realm of the Primordial Beginning have made Zhang Tong completely drowsy.

　　 Seeing that Shennong, who was kneeling in the fields and snarling at the powerless heaven, was shocked by Zhang Tong, the creator.

　　Human race, probably because of such ancestors, can be called human race.

　　Civilization is not only knowledge and wisdom, but also a spirit integrated into the blood, a spirit of constant self-improvement.

"Ding!"

　　 "The reason why such a change occurs is because there is no change in the four seasons in the Primordial Realm."

　　 The sound of Ling Ding Ding sounded, answering Zhang Tong's doubts.

　　 "Without the four seasons, the land is no longer fertile?"

"why is that?"

　　 Dingding's explanation, Zhang Tong couldn't understand.

　　 Fortunately, Dingding quickly gave Zhang Tong a further explanation:

　　 "Because the climate of the Primordial Realm is suitable, similar to the tropical climate of the big world, the high temperature and rainy environment produced rainwater leaching."

　　 "Salts such as potassium, sodium, calcium and magnesium in the salt will flow into deep groundwater under the dissolution of rainwater, and the organic matter in the soil will be accelerated to decompose into water and carbon dioxide due to the high temperature and rain."

　　 "The surface soil used for farming, under the leaching action of rainwater, enriches oxides such as iron and aluminum, has few alkaline examples, and the soil is acidic."

　　 "So the land will appear red, and at the same time it will no longer be suitable for farming."

　　 Zhang Tong:? ? ?

　　 "Where did you know these nouns?"

The explanation given by 　　 Ding Ding made Zhang Tong a little surprised. A mythical instrument spirit, with organic matter and oxides in its mouth, has a weird style of painting.

　　 "Although the spirit of this device does not possess many powers due to the rules of the world, the Internet of humans in the big world does not have any secrets to the spirit of this device."

　　 Ding Ding’s explanation made Zhang Tong stunned, co-authoring Ding Ding is really a part-time quantum computer, and the earth’s network is completely transparent to it.

　　A device capable of surfing the Internet, just ask if you are afraid?

　　 "So, as long as the seasons change, the land will soon be fertile."

"What are you waiting for?"

　　 "Ding Ding, change the setting of the Primordial Realm, so that the Primordial Realm will change in four seasons."

　　 Looking at the primitive human beings in deep water, Zhang Tong quickly commanded the device spirit to give birth to the four seasons in the Primordial Realm.

　　 "Ding, it involves the change of the fundamental rules of the Primordial Beginning Realm, and I also invite the master to come to the Primordial Beginning Realm in person and complete it with the aid of the spirit.

　　 Hearing Ding Ding's reminder again, Zhang Tong was taken aback for a moment, and then shook his head:

　　 "I must enter the Primordial Realm?"

　　 "Well, since I want to enter the Primordial Realm, then I will bring some hope to these human races by the way."

　　 "Hope, it should be able to support the human race to continue to live."

　　 As soon as Zhang Tong's voice fell, his figure instantly disappeared from the room.

　　 "Gods in the sky, have you heard?"

　　 "Why are there so many disasters in the human race, please tell me!"

　　 Taichu Realm, Shennong still questioned the sky in the rainstorm.

　　 And at this moment, an indescribable sacred light appeared in the distance of the tribe.

In the light of 　　, a tall figure loomed. UU reading www.uukanshu.cóm

　　 looked at the torrential rain in the sky, even though he was sheltered by the power of the twenty-four heavens, Zhang Tong still waved his hand a little boredly. Zhang Tong:

　　 "This rain is too heavy, let it stop first."

　　 The Creator speaks the law, and with just one sentence, the dark clouds in the sky begin to dissipate, and the sun is pouring toward the earth like flowing water.

　　 At the same time, the light of Zhang Tong's arrival at the beginning has also disappeared a lot, and he strode towards the tribe where Shennong was.

　　咚!

　　咚!

　　咚!

　　 A hundred-meter giant walks on the ground, every step is enough to make the ground tremble.

　　 Looking at the tall and holy giant, as long as it is a living creature, it will instinctively feel fear.

　　 Whether it was the huge body or the brilliance full of coercion, all primitive people instinctively looked towards Zhang Tong.

　　 "Wisdom Giant!"

　　 "It is the wise giant that His Majesty Fuxi met in his childhood!"

　　 "He...he appeared again?"

　　 "The years don't seem to leave any traces on him, he is still so powerful!"

　　 "The rain from the gods in the sky was stopped by him!"

　　 The appearance of the wise giant caused a sensation in the entire tribe.

　　Especially the picture of Zhang Tong waving his hand to stop the rain, it made everyone awe from the heart.

　　 You must know that in the hearts of these primitive people, whether it is wind, rain or thunder and lightning, it is the masterpiece of the gods in the sky.

　　 And the wise giant who bestows the sword of human civilization can stop the rain with a wave of his hand.

　　 What kind of great existence is this!

　　 Is he a greater existence than the gods in the sky?

　　 Seeing the wisdom giant approaching, everyone was shocked.