He struggled to walk out of the cave, pulled open his skin, and stood at the entrance of the cave. Yang Sanyang looked at the simple altar not far away. There was a cluster of flames floating on the altar. The wind blew without swaying, and the flames were quietly suspended there as if they were solid!

There was no dry firewood, no coal stone, and no fuel under the flames, and it was burning quietly.

This is the patron saint of the tribe!

There are ancient trees surrounding the sky. At first glance, you can't see the edges of the forest, as if you are looking at the sea, but the ocean in front of you has turned into the green of the trees.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there was no tree at all. All the ancient trees had been burned to ashes by the "gods" in the tribe, opening up a world that can survive for mankind.

God is the foundation of the existence of a tribe!

Thousands of people, relying on God's blessing, survived in this vast world.

The only thing humans need to do is to constantly sacrifice and capture various prey and fruits. In addition to using them to fill their stomachs, they are to sacrifice to the great gods in the dark and exchange for what they need.

As long as you have enough sacrifices, God can meet everything you need!

Dragging his tired body, Yang Sanyang picked some fruits. Yang Sanyang didn't know what to think about this morning, and his mind was very confused.

"Five years!" Yang Sanyang suddenly spoke, looking at a simple 'fruit basket' surrounded by huge Barbie leaves, and countless fruits on it, Yang Sanyang frowned: "I have wasted five years in this world. Although there are all kinds of bad things in this world, there is an unprecedented opportunity."

Eternal life!

With God, one will definitely live forever!

Yang Sanyang looked at the tribe people who were picking fruits in the distance, and the corners of his mouth turned into an ugly curve. He had thought about creating words and arousing human civilization. Unfortunately... facing a group of guys who can't even say anything, it would be a bit whimsical to jump directly to creating words in three steps.

Holding up the huge leaves and full of fruits, Yang Sanyang came to the altar, looked at the solidified flames, and placed the fruit in front of the flames with a respectful expression, and knelt down on the ground and bowed three times.

"Bang!"

The fire flashed by, and the fruit disappeared, but there was a piece of raw meat.

When he came to the primitive world, Yang Sanyang realized that in the past he thought too simply, worshiping gods and seeking things to survive was different from what he imagined.

Everything can be exchanged for sacrifices and different things!

For example, fruits, these colorful fruits can be exchanged for meat!

For example, there is a kind of blue stone that can be exchanged for simple stone weeds. There is also a kind of nectar that only falls when the sun and the moon meet, which can help the gods to take action to save lives and heal the wounded!

In the center of the tribe, there is a cluster of flames that the gods give to them that never extinguish, and they can take their fire and then find dry firewood to barbecue them by themselves.

Yang Sanyang set up a bonfire and looked at the gradually golden barbecue, and gradually fell into deep thought.

The five years of boring life have made him endure to the extreme, and the little flame of unwillingness in his heart is slowly emerging.

If you continue like this, even if you wait until you die, you will never want to see the gods, let alone immortality?

As for hunting?

Yang Sanyang once saw monsters swallowing clouds and fog and burning rocks with his own eyes. The hundreds of hunting primitive people never came back after they went out.

As for why the gods protect such a weak race of human beings?

Yang Sanyang could not have imagined it!

Humans cannot communicate with gods unless the gods take the initiative to descend the oracle. According to Yang Sanyang's own speculation, humans and gods may have a certain symbiotic relationship in the dark.

Or it is like humans in the 21st century who see the beasts that are about to be extinct and turn them into nature reserve animals to be kept in captivity.

Apart from this, Yang Sanyang could not imagine what role the tiny human beings would have on the noble gods!

"It's time to go to bed!" Thinking of this, Yang Sanyang looked at the sun in the sky and turned around and walked into the cave.

Primitive people have no nightlife, the only nightlife is to create humans!

The cave is not dark and not wet. Scanning the walls in the cave is a magical craftsmanship. After years of judgment, this cave must have been made by a legendary god in order to open up a nest that is more than ten meters high and hundreds of meters deep, and the holes in it are shuttled through. This is not something that primitive people without sharp tools can do.

The female leader sat upright in the cave, skillfully curling a piece of skin with his palms. When he saw Yang Sanyang walking in, he smiled with big white teeth.

Not everyone can enjoy the skin!

Only children can enjoy the skin, while male primitive people can only sleep in the "pig nest" built by various dead grass.

The female leader has given birth to about a dozen children in recent years. Yang Sanyang is just the quietest and most special one among them, so it is very easy to be remembered.

He pierced his head in the skin of an unknown beast and felt the softness of the straw under him. Yang Sanyang sighed softly and stared at the black rock above him in a daze.

When he came to this primitive society, no one communicated with him, and Yang Sanyang's loneliness was hard to describe.

What can he do except eat or sleep?

I remember that after seeing the gods for the first time, he thought of practicing in the past, and then fantasized about killing all directions like the protagonists in countless novels, punching the god king and kicking the demon master, and then having three wives and four concubines in their arms.

However, it's all over again!

Novels are novels after all

He had fantasized about the existence of prophets in the tribe, the wizard-type strong men, who could swallow clouds and communicate with gods. He even secretly searched through the entire tribe, but never saw any scriptures of cultivation.

Primitive people are primitive people after all, just a group of surprisingly powerful primitive people. The so-called cultivation of wonderful methods is just their secret imagination.

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All kinds of things have not dispelled the heat in his heart. In addition to the world of gods, who doesn’t want to live forever?

After five years of struggle, the only reason why he was persistent and persisted was the Tao Te Ching he remembered in his mind.

Although Yang Sanyang was not a Buddhist and Taoist lover in his previous life, he had read some Buddhist and Taoist scriptures. Such supreme Taoist scriptures like the "Tao Te Ching", as long as a young man in the middle age of the second year, he would not help but take a look.

In recent years, he has turned over the Tao Te Ching and adjusted it over, but unfortunately he still hasn't figured out anything, but he has a big egg...

The only thing that he did not give up is that this Tao Te Ching cannot be spoken.

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It's true that I can't speak.

It would be fine if I thought about it in my mind. If I wanted to read the Tao Te Ching, it seemed as if there was a strange force in the dark, blocking my mouth and throat and not making any sound.

"The Tao can be told, but not the constant Tao; the name can be called, but not the constant name;..." Silently reciting the Tao Te Ching has no use except to review the old and learn the new.

"In this world, it's hard to live!" Yang Sanyang slowly lowered his head, and he smelled a bloody smell in the wind.

Without going out, Yang Sanyang knew that it must be dead again!

The primitive people here seem to be powerful, but the beasts outside are more cruel, cunning and domineering!

Yang Sanyang didn't go out. He heard the screams outside. He had seen so much over the years and became numb.

"Survival! If you want to seek immortality, you must survive first!" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows.

"It's been five years, and three days will be the sixth year. At that time, I will follow the hunting team to go on a battle!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes, picked up the fruit beside him and ate it hard.

The sadness outside did not last long, and the noisy sound of the cave gradually subsided. Yang Sanyang let go of the palm of his ear and stared at the blazing bonfire, with a sigh in his eyes.

"Where is the road to immortality? I have been waiting for five years and continue like this. I will join the hunting team in three days. I am afraid I will die here!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes.

Although joining a hunting team is just learning knowledge, it is extremely dangerous in the wild and never lacks crises. I don’t know how many primitive children are left outside every year.

"Why should the gods notice me!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes.

He was thinking about his own value. If he wanted to gain immortality, the first step was to cast his eyes on the gods and focus on himself before he could give up his gifts.

"Maybe, there is a way, it's just too risky..." Yang Sanyang lowered his head and shrank his whole body in the skin.

Blasphemy!

This word first appeared in my mind when he was three years old. It was the first time that Yang Sanyang encountered a ferocious beast attacking ten powerful men and broke into the cave.

Then there was a bloody battle. Yang Sanyang picked up the flames in the cave at a critical moment and scared away the beasts, but also shocked countless primitive people.

Then that night, Yang Sanyang was tied up by the primitive people and worshipped them in front of the altar of the gods, becoming a sacrifice to the gods, just like cattle and sheep.

God knows how desperate he was at that time!

Perhaps it was his daily spirituality that won the love of the female leader, and at the critical moment, the leader disagreed with the public and saved Yang Sanyang!

The price is that the entire tribe did not make a fire for half a year!

The flames in the tribe were taken back by the gods!

The food stored by the female leader was given out to calm the anger of the tribe.

Blasphemy!

The flames of the gods are the fire of life, the fire of protection, not the fire of killing

At that moment, life and death were only on the line.

At that moment, Yang Sanyang had a vague understanding in his heart. Fortunately, he was young that year and there was flames available in the tribe, so he did not have that idea...

Flame is the authority of the gods. If you drill wood to get fire, you will seize the power of the gods. It is afraid that it will be unpredictable for misfortunes and blessings!

"This world..." Yang Sanyang frowned slowly: "No matter what, you can't delay. Go out and follow the hunting team. There is a 30% chance of becoming a beast snack. I will never sit and wait for death!"

"What if you blaspheme the gods? In any case, the gods must pay attention to me so that I can have a glimmer of hope!" Yang Sanyang frowned.

After being reborn, perhaps because of the daily silent recitation of the Tao Te Ching, his intuition becomes more and more powerful, and he even feels like he is divine and wise.
Chapter completed!