My Twenty-four Heavens

"Is he greater than the gods in the sky?"

When the legendary giant of wisdom came, Shennong was also shocked.

The entire tribe was silent, and even the tribe's domesticated vicious dogs were trembling with their tails tucked in the vast breath of the Creator.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, Zhang Tong came to Shennong's body and slowly squatted down.

Seeing the wisdom giant close at hand, Shennong's heart was full of shock.

That's right!

It's all right!

The eyes of the wise giant are as bright as the sun and the moon in the sky, and the radiance that fills the body is like a galaxy in the sky.

Great, sacred, solemn...

The wise giant in front of him was exactly the same as that described by Emperor Fuxi.

He... is the wise giant that Fuxi met when he was young!

"Is he here to save us?"

"It's like saving a former ancestor..."

Looking at the incredible wisdom giant, Shennong's old face left two rows of crystal clear tears.

"An old man who has dedicated his life for the continuation of the race."

Zhang Tong lowered his head, looking at the tearful white-haired old man, a little bit sorrowful.

The eyes of this old man were exactly the same as the Fuxi he met last night, with a kind of stubbornness and stubbornness from the heart.

But the young man who was squatting and looking at him, like Shennong, had been buried in the loess and completely disappeared into this world.

But Zhang Tong knew that as long as the human race did not become extinct, the story and spirit of the Fuxi family would be passed on forever.

Eventually it became the spiritual brand in the blood of all races.

"Did humans finally have their own civilization?"

"Fuxi did a great job, but it's a pity that your life is too short."

Zhang Tong spoke softly, and the voice fell in the ears of those primitive humans, but it vibrated like thunder.

"Xianhuang Fuxi!"

Hearing the name Fuxi, Fuxi trembling at Xuanyuanjian.

But he raised his head and said to Zhang Tong in a hoarse voice:

"Emperor Xian... His Majesty Xianhuang has entered the soil for peace."

"Now I am the leader of this tribe, and my name is Shennong."

"Great giant of wisdom, can you let the gods in the sky return the fertile earth to us."

Facing the giants who brought civilization and wisdom to the tribe, Shennong kept in mind the teachings of Fuxi, and respected Zhang Tong like Fuxi.

"It turned out to be true, and the story that grandma said turned out to be true."

"His Majesty the Emperor of the Earth calls him a giant of wisdom, he is the great existence granted to us by the legend!"

"Is he here to save us?"

In the entire tribe, everyone put aside what they were doing, walked out of the sheltered house, and looked up at the holy giant.

Even though the legend of the wise giant is circulating throughout the tribe, after they saw Zhang Tong with their own eyes, they still couldn't help feeling shock and awe.

The giant squatting there exudes a sacred and shocking beauty.

Everyone was immersed in the shock, and the brain was blank.

"Is the soil no longer fertile?"

"If you want the soil to become fertile again, you have to pay a great price."

"Or every life in this world has to pay a great price. Can you afford this price?"

Zhang Tong's voice was soft, falling in everyone's ears, and everyone couldn't help being awed in their hearts.

"cost?"

"No matter what the price is, I, Shennong, are willing to pay."

"Even if it is the price of life!"

Shennong raised his head and looked at Zhang Tong firmly.

Those stubborn eyes were in a daze like the Fuxi he met yesterday evening.

But unfortunately, for Zhang Tong, it was just a night's sleep, and Fuxi passed his great life.

Looking at the familiar eyes, Zhang Tong felt somewhat sorrowful, and said in a somewhat pitying voice:

"Four seasons... If the world has four seasons, the land will regain fertility."

"But the changes in the four seasons will bring serious consequences. From then on, plants can only mature once a year, and there will be snow and ice covering the land every year."

"Shen Nong, are you sure you can accept such a price?"

year? four seasons? Ice and snow?

Most of what Zhang Tong said, Shennong could not understand.

But Shennong knew very well that as long as the earth became fertile again, the tribe could continue.

Even as long as there is sufficient food, Shennong is confident that they have wisdom, and they can calmly face these costs.

So Shennong said firmly to Zhang Tong:

"I'm sure we can accept this price. Please the great wise giant to grant us the power called the Four Seasons."

"Ha ha…"

Zhang Tong chuckled and shook his head.

He stood up, looked condescendingly at this world that seemed to have been shrunk dozens of times, and said:

"Four seasons are not a power, let alone something that belongs to you."

"Four seasons are the mysteries that nature should possess, and the natural mighty power that makes life reincarnate."

"I said: From now on, there should be four seasons in the Primordial Realm."

The general voice of Hong Zhong Dalu seemed to have some indescribable influence on the world.

After saying this, Zhang Tong looked down at the Human Tribe:

"From now on, this world has had four seasons."

"I hope you can live better amid the changes in the four seasons."

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Leaving the expectation of them, Zhang Tong walked away without hesitation, and soon in the incredible eyes of the primitive people, it turned into brilliance and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

The soft brilliance, like countless floating feathers, flew higher and higher.

Just as Zhang Tong said, a few days after he left, the temperature of the Primordial Realm began to drop.

The leaves in the forest were withered and yellow, and soon the whole world's green color disappeared.

The dead leaves all over the mountains and plains are accompanied by a further drop in temperature.

A few months later, amidst the howling of the cold wind, heavy snow fell from the sky and covered the yellow leaves.

The never-before-seen cold began to sweep the world.

From the original livable environment, it suddenly becomes the current seasons. Countless lives are in natural changes, because they can't adapt to natural changes, and large tracts of life die.

In order to adapt to natural changes, animals have begun to evolve different methods to deal with winter.

Some will grow more vigorous hair in winter, UU reading www.uukanshu. Some com choose to save food for hibernation, while others simply migrate to avoid the cold.

In such changes in the four seasons, the human race was certainly affected, but they did not become extinct.

Because they have long learned to use the power of the flame, the warmth brought by the flame can make them resist the cold of winter.

Cold is not the enemy of mankind. The real enemy of mankind is still hunger.

Throughout the winter, the tribe did not know how many people starved to death.

And after the hard winter, all human beings looked at the new world, with a lot of surprise and hope in their eyes.

On the ground where there was no grass, immature green shoots once again emerged.

Just like the butterfly reborn from its cocoon, human beings and the earth are rejuvenated together.

In spring, everything recovers. </div>