The storyteller conferred the gods, but Tongtian actually abolished the holy throne

Time is fleeting.

It has been three months since the two branches of the human race migrated to the Xiaodiyuan realm.

In this new world, there is naturally no division of spring, summer, autumn and winter, not even the rotation of the sun, moon and stars, everything is nothingness and chaos.

In such an environment, the human race has survived until now.

The peasant girl who Nuwa transformed into was among a group of human races, reclaiming wasteland, cultivating, and building canals with them...

"Brothers, work harder, open this canal, and we will not have to worry about water when we plant the land!"

"Over there, move swiftly, stop whining!"

"Hey, don't stand still, be careful not to hurt anyone!"

Not far from Nuwa, a young farmer was directing the crowd to dig a canal to divert water.

He leaned closer to Nuwa on purpose, working harder than the others, in order to attract Nuwa's attention.

Together with a group of peasant girls, Nuwa held tools made of wood and stone by the Mohist children, and cooperated with the group of men who dug the canal.

"Sister, be careful, don't let any man abduct you."

"Especially that kind of boy, if you want to find a man who can work."

"It's such a pity. If it were in Dashang, you would be fine as a queen, sister. Why did you come here with us?"

The 30-year-old elder sister next to her was carrying a basket full of sand and stones, and joked with her while carrying it.

"I can't help it, life is hard." Nuwa replied with a smile.

Like all ordinary people, she worked hard to dig this canal, dedicating her meager strength.

Nuwa couldn't help thinking about the experience of these three months.

These three months were nothing in her long life, it was just a flick of a finger.

However, it completely changed everything she knew about the human race.

I still remember that when I first came, the human race was in a panic, and countless people gave up on themselves.

But it didn't last long.

Soon someone stood up and stabilized the order of the human race.

After finding the backbone, the weak existence of the human race exploded with abilities that even Nu Wa hadn't expected.

They gathered the power of the whole family to open up wasteland in all the exploreable areas, looking for food sources.

Countless people overcame thorns and thorns.

After collecting wild fruits to feed their hunger, they quickly began to reclaim wasteland and find ways to cultivate it.

In Nuwa's eyes, she is as weak as an ant, but she doesn't have the slightest timidity. Instead, after she has a goal, she transforms this world with her weak strength.

During this period, there were strange beast attacks and natural disasters.

Facing the terrifying alien beast, the human race did not back down, but tried everything possible to surround and kill it.

Make traps, tools, and do everything possible to enhance your own strength.

Rounding up alien beasts with a weak body, he didn't have the slightest timidity in the face of sacrifice, but chose to die generously.

Nu Wa still had the impression that she, a group of women and children were attacked by a strange beast, and she was almost killed on the spot.

Of course, it is impossible to fall with her strength, but she is just going to make this avatar disappear with such a gesture, and then return to the prehistoric world, and then talk to Fuxi.

In this case.

Faced with the inevitable death situation, a group of people stood up and chose to die generously.

Nu Wa naturally knew this group of people.

It is a group of scholars who quarrel every day. Some advocate benevolence and righteousness, some believe in non-aggression, and some are full of gaps in the art of war.

These people with different theories and ideas, who are arguing and arguing after finishing their own tasks every day, stood up and died together for the burden of them.

That's right, Nuwa also thinks they are a burden.

In such an environment, the role of these women and children has been compressed to the extreme, and they can only do some auxiliary work, which is not directly proportional to the food they consume.

And although those people are used to quarreling, their role in opening up wasteland in such a wild world is much, much greater than them.

Even so, this group of people died calmly.

That was the first time that Nuwa secretly used her power to help the human race, helping them drive out the strange beasts.

It was also at that time that Nuwa suddenly changed her mind and wanted to stay in the human race, to see what surprises she could have in this race created by her own hands.

Stay in the human race as a person.

Today, more than two months have passed.

She seemed to notice something.

There seem to be many differences between these people and other races in the wild.

The group of people who saved her didn't have any idea of ​​repaying her kindness.

The peasant boy standing not far away from her was one of the group who rescued her.

He obviously admires him, but he still uses this clumsy method to attract her attention.

What surprised Nuwa most was——

Those who were leading the human race at this time, and the most ordinary human race around her, knew that there were immortal gods, but they did not choose to beg for mercy from the immortal gods.

In other words, they begged for mercy, but they didn't give up on themselves and put all their hopes on the gods. That begging was not so much a prayer as a kind of psychological comfort.

Even if these fairy gods didn't respond, they still acted indifferently, doing what they should do.

This made Nuwa amazed.

This group of people is very interesting.

Even though he is so weak, he doesn't believe in heaven, ask for God, or believe in fate. With such a weak posture, he overcomes obstacles in this wild world and tries his best to survive.

Facing alien beasts, they will fight desperately by themselves.

In the face of natural disasters, they will continue to survive the pain.

If it is another race, can this be done?
Seems unlikely?

Nu Wa is not sure, but for some reason, her sense of belonging to the human race is actually stronger.

This race, which is obviously weak and weak and has already tried its best just to survive, has an amazing resilience.

In such a difficult situation, they are still pursuing some very romantic things.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poems and songs...

Under such a heavy pressure of survival, I will study the system and study theories...

Nuwa was stunned for a moment, and smiled when she saw a group of people struggling to survive.

She raised her head and looked in Hong Huang's direction, a flash of understanding flashed in her eyes.

"Brother..."

"I seem to understand a little bit why you want to stay in the human race."

Nuwa murmured.

She finally felt something in this human race that she had never felt before.

Something called hope.

This is the race she created.

A touch of pride surged in Nuwa's heart.