prehistoric calendar

Wu Ming pushed open the door of the library and looked at the dozens of bookcases piled inside and the books covering the walls, his eyes shining.

It only took Wu Ming one day to "learn" the writing. He didn't understand any foreign writing anyway, but with the Lord God translating, why bother learning it? Instead of learning foreign writing, it would be better to let the foreign writing learn from humans.

The text is better.

Just like that, under the eyes of his senior brother, the dwarf Abbys, in amazement, and under the mentor's... meaningless skull eyes, he calmly walked into the library, and then he had no intention of coming out, at least until the next call from the Samsara Team.

I don't plan to come out anymore.

These books are not storybooks or plays, and magicians don’t collect those things. The books they collect are basically either about the world, history, or regions, or they involve myths, legends, and mysteries.

, or a detailed analysis of various materials, plants, minerals, organisms, etc., and Wu Ming started rummaging through them.

"...The prehistoric races began in the early years of the prehistoric era. After the emergence of the prehistoric continent, the prehistoric races began to multiply. The heavens naturally evolved new prehistoric races, or new prehistoric races were born from the bones and blood of the corpses of ancient demons.

The strongest among them were called the Prehistoric Races, and they were constantly fighting with each other. The old Prehistoric races were constantly being exterminated, and new Prehistoric races were born and joined. This situation was not passed until the early stages. Among the Prehistoric races,

One after another, existences turned into stars and ended up possessing the holy status."

"Since then, the prehistoric calendar has begun. Although the prehistoric race is said to be ten thousand, in fact, there are more than ten thousand intelligent races in the prehistoric world. I'm afraid there are a hundred thousand, but those who can enter the category of the prehistoric race have their bloodline traced back to

It comes from a certain person or several holy beings. For example, the tree spirit clan of the 6481st clan has its bloodline from the ancestor of the tree people of the 72nd clan, the holder of the holy throne, Cangtian.

Your Majesty the Tree."

"All races in the prehistoric era are divided into two major categories: the original race and the derived race. The primary race is usually among the top three thousand tribes. Of course, there are exceptions, but they are just a few. The derived races are usually outside the three thousand races. This is not the case.

The exception is that races without holy status can usually only appear as vassals, unless the race is extremely strong and the source of its bloodline is also extremely strong."

Wu Ming has read some books on the prehistoric tribes, and has a basic understanding of the situation of the prehistoric tribes. For the specific details, he probably needs to read more books and absorb more information.

Then he began to deliberately search for information about humans. There were not many books, but there were still some, but the contents made his eyes turn red.

"I don't know where the human race came from. It was neither evolved by heaven nor transformed from the corpse of the devil. It suddenly appeared in the ancient wilderness. When the human race was discovered and confirmed, the human race had already multiplied throughout the ancient wilderness."

"This is a race with extremely excellent reproductive capabilities. Okay, let me correct it here. It cannot be called a race. It should be a cultured species with extremely excellent reproductive capabilities."

"The human race is extremely weak. They do not have any energy circulation circuits in their bodies, nor can they practice any skills or obtain any transcendence. Their perception ability is also extremely weak. They only have the most basic three-dimensional space vision and cannot see most spectral light.

Even the mind and soul are extremely weak and ordinary. Let me correct you here. The soul is okay, but it is extremely difficult to undergo qualitative change unless the body dies, but then it is considered an undead and has nothing to do with the human race."

"There is a strong test. The human race is engraved with slaves, food, livestock, etc. by the heaven. It is similar to the mark that a magician leaves on his slaves. It is just that this is the work of heaven. All humans have this kind of mark from birth.

Brand, so as long as they dare to resist any existence of all races in the wild, heaven will punish them, and any transcendent can easily perceive it, as obvious as a candlelight at night."

"Another strong man's test. Once a hybrid child of the human race and all races in the wild is born, it will consume a lot of the luck of the race. The consumption level is similar to the birth of hundreds of descendants of the race. Therefore, if you want to use the body of the human race to reproduce yourself

The descendants of the bloodline, all the strong men who created the new race have stopped and never think about it again."

"There are also powerful races who think that humans are intelligent after all, and take pity on their difficulties, and accept them as vassals. The fate of the race declines. The race is almost exterminated, and then there are races that accept them as slaves. Although the fortunes of the race do not drop much, they are still declining steadily.

Unless humans are treated as consumables, heaven will bring disaster. Some scholars believe that human blood may be too inferior. Once they multiply steadily and even enter the ranks of all races in the wild, they will pollute the noble blood of all races in the wild.

Bloodline, therefore directly rejected it, this possibility has been affirmed by a large number of powerful people, and now it has basically become a public opinion."

"The following is the best way for humans to reproduce..."

"The production of human rations..."

"Twenty-seven ways of using human beings..."

"The torture coefficient of human souls, and the harvest of resentment..."

"The results of human race's transformation..."

Wu Ming gently put down the book. His expression slowly recovered, but his heart was actually filled with anger.

The heaven and the earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs. It is ridiculous that he used that explanation to answer Gu. Now he really knows that the heaven and the earth are unkind to human beings. It is really unkind. It is because the heaven and the earth are selfish, and the universe is selfish!

"In the myths and legends of the prehistoric heaven, Pangu opened the world and Hongjun united the heavens. Is it true? Or is it a beautiful fantasy that the human race of this era is in despair, and then responds to this with myths!?"

"In the ancient days of heaven, there was no so-called way of heaven, so what exactly is this way of heaven? Is it a real life, substance, or building, object, or place? Or is it some kind of code name in the dark?"

Wu Ming knew a little, but he had more doubts. He didn't know whether the so-called Pangu and Hongjun were true or false, whether they were real people or myths and beautiful fantasies. Secondly, he also had a lot of doubts about the way of heaven.

"I killed a foreign race, but I didn't have any resentment from Heaven. Instead, I gained the Heavenly Attachment Points. It seems that my first-generation Lord God Space was specifically aimed at Heaven."

Wu Ming once again recalled his past experiences. He was an ordinary person in a demon-free earth, and suddenly traveled to the ancient heaven for several months. In these months, he recorded a large number of skills, drawings, and knowledge.

Wait, these things are priceless treasures. The most exaggerated thing is that he has traveled back to this prehistoric era again, and his first-generation main god space has also begun, and he can also specifically target the way of heaven.

"Or maybe I'm just like the protagonist in those novels, a powerful chess piece or something. They may have caused me to travel twice and made me come back to do certain things. These things are probably related to the way of heaven.

There is a relationship between human beings and all races in the prehistoric times, but how do you want me to do it specifically? To overthrow the way of heaven? This is too difficult, or..."

"I'm actually Pangu or Hongjun!? Maybe I'm even the Human Emperor Fuxi!?"

Wu Ming had too many thoughts at that time, and even thought that he might be the black hand hidden behind the scenes, pushing Pangu and Hongjun to become stronger, or even establishing the Human Emperor. The most exaggerated idea is that he has been pushing

These will then travel to the prehistoric heaven and back again in the future.

"Wait a minute, there are also a few analyzes of the authority and strength of saints on the Internet of Ancient Heaven. Among them, as long as you reach a high-level saint, then all parallel selves in all time and space will be merged into one. If this is the case, then who am I? In other words,

I will still be a junior saint after living so many years in the future?"

Wu Ming's head ached a bit thinking about it. He was confused for a moment, and there was only one day left before the Samsara Team was summoned. At that moment, he left the library, withdrew a dozen magic stones from the dwarf Abbys, and went straight to the library.

He ran towards the slave market.

"But I don't care about that much. I'm still too weak right now, and I'm facing things one after another. Just like an ant can only see things the size of rice grains on the ground, but a giant dragon can look down on the world from the nine heavens.

, as long as my strength becomes stronger steadily, I can always know the inside story of all this."

Wu Ming put aside all these random thoughts for the time being, and used the excuse of practicing necromancy magic in the slave market to directly purchase more than twenty slaves that looked very powerful, but were said to be not intelligent enough, so the price was not expensive.

He was not polite. He vented all the anger he saw in the book and slashed to death one by one. The reward points were more than he expected, totaling about five hundred.

"One magic stone follows the exchange mechanism of fifty reward points. If I work hard and only use it to brew medicine, I can exchange it for about a thousand reward points in ten days, and I also need to open the trial space... It's not enough, it's far away

not enough……"

Without even looking at the dead aliens, Wu Ming turned around and left the slave market. He didn't care about the fear and hatred in the eyes of the aliens, and just thought to himself.

"It seems that in the next ten days, at least the first basic extraordinary instrument will be made!"