My Twenty-four Heavens

Take Xuanyuan Sword as a test. If Fuxi can't understand the words on it, then he and his tribe are doomed to perish.

However, the development of civilization has never been a one-time process...Ding Ding, adjust the time flow rate of the Absolute Beginning Realm to a day of a hundred years.

After using the toilet, Zhang Tong lay down on the bed refreshed and looked at Fuxi who had returned to the tribe but had to flee with the tribe again because of his weakness. Zhang Tong shook his head.

However, Qi Ling did not respond as usual at the first time.

Zhang Tong frowned slightly, then burst out laughing:

Since you like Ding so much, you will be called Ding Ding from today on.

A primitive person can have his own name, how can you, as a tool spirit, lag behind others.

Ding!

As you wish, my master.

This time, Qi Ling Ding Ding finally responded, and at the same time, everything in the Absolute Beginning Realm began to proceed at an incredible speed, as if the fast-forward button had been pressed.

With the time flow of a hundred years in a day, even Zhang Tong could not see clearly what happened in the world of Absolute Beginning from the outside world.

Every second is the alternation of the sun and the moon, and every minute has vicissitudes.

After looking at the blurred picture for a while due to the power of time, Zhang Tong yawned, and after a simple wash, he soon fell asleep.

...

Early the next morning, due to going to bed early, Zhang Tong got up when the genius was getting light.

Ding Ding, I want to know what happened to the primitive people in the Absolute Beginning Realm last night, and whether they have developed their own civilization.

Zhang Tong, who didn't want to get up, just squinted his eyes and said to the bracelet on his wrist.

The next moment, a brief history about the 50-year history of the Taichu Realm appeared in front of Zhang Tong like a movie.

He saw that Fuxi, who brought back the Xuanyuan Sword, had to follow the tribe to abandon his original homeland and move towards the unknown.

During the wandering, Fuxi's tribe still lived a life of bare hair and drinking blood.

However, in this process, Fuxi only spent a month, and through repeated observations, he understood the meaning of those symbols that the tribe could not understand.

In Fuxi's understanding, each of those symbols represents a different meaning, and when combined together, they can become a language for recording information.

He calls these symbols words!

Knowing the greatness of words, Fuxi on the way to escape seemed to be stupid, his mind was full of those words.

He constantly observed everything in the world and compared it with the words, and it took him more than a year to finally master all the words.

Man... the word represents our race.

From today onwards, we are the human race!

After mastering the meaning of the characters, Fuxi, who was not that complicated, taught the characters to everyone in the tribe.

And because of the mysterious knowledge recorded in the text, Fuxi's tribe finally ushered in the dawn of civilization.

According to the knowledge recorded in the Xuanyuan Sword, the clansmen finally learned how to make fire by drilling wood through continuous trials.

Flames can cook food, flames can bring light and warmth, flames can drive away beasts at night...

The primitive people who mastered the fire finally possessed the initial power to protect themselves.

And the primitive man who figured out how to make fire by drilling wood has since been called the Sui man by the tribe.

Flame is the origin of civilization!

Under the protection of the flames, the wandering primitive people could finally take a rest. They chose a safe place close to the water source, and stopped their wandering steps.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

The young Fuxi grew up, and holding the Xuanyuan Sword, he became the most powerful and brave warrior in the tribe.

The indestructible holy sword,

Let him easily kill the invading beasts and protect his group.

Under the protection of the flame and the holy sword, a tribe member suddenly had an idea.

Beasts live in burrows, birds in nests, and even the weakest ant has a hiding place in the ground.

So what kind of place should we live in as intelligent human beings?

With such questions and thoughts in mind, You Nest kept observing nature, and finally learned how to use trees to make simple houses.

From then on, the human race had its own place to stay, and this tribe also had the name Youchao.

The second ten years passed, and Fuxi was in his twenties.

The existence of civilization has made his evolution more perfect, he has become majestic and tall, and the hair on his body has lost a lot.

The civilization and wisdom recorded on the Xuanyuan Sword have been completely understood by Fuxi.

He led the tribe, and according to the records of Xuanyuan Sword, opened a new era-the era of farming and animal husbandry!

Simple wooden houses, rough fields, domesticated wild wolves... everything makes Fuxi's tribe a civilized tribe.

For the leader who led the tribe from barbarism to civilization, the tribesmen thought he was as great as the sky and called him the emperor.

Emperor Fuxi is humble and wise, always in awe of nature.

He clearly knew that civilization should be recorded and passed down like Xuanyuan Sword.

So he used the characters he learned from the Xuanyuan Sword to record everything about their civilization on the bone armor.

In order to obtain more food, Fuxi invented a fishing net that could harvest a large amount of fish food.

He also put an end to the long-standing state of primitive group marriage, advocated the wedding custom of a man hiring a woman, and ended the inbreeding brought about by primitive desire.

The musical instrument he invented allowed the clansmen to express their emotions through music and cultivate human sentiment.

At the same time, he also has his own descendants, who have inherited Fuxi's stature and wisdom, and are the hope for the continuation of the tribe.

Ten years passed in a flash, and Fuxi, who was in his thirties, ushered in his old age.

The hero who once led the tribe from barbarism to civilization is about to come to the end of his life.

In the wooden house illuminated by the flames, the light dispelled the coldness and position of the night.

Fuxi sat calmly on a chair covered with furs of ferocious beasts, looking at the heads of giant beasts hanging on the wall, his eyes were calm and far away.

In the whole room, everything seems to be the epitome of his life - unyielding and fighting!

His cloudy eyes carefully scanned each item, and every time he saw an item, it was accompanied by a memory.

His life has been brilliant enough.

He realized his childhood dream, leading the people step by step to fight against the sky, the earth and the fierce beasts, and finally established his own civilization.

The night is no longer full of fear, and the beast is no longer irresistible.

All of this is due to civilization.

Like caressing a lover, slowly caressing the golden Xuanyuan Sword after thirty years, Fuxi smiled.

He is content enough.