My Twenty-four Heavens

Is he greater than the gods of heaven?

When the legendary wise giant descended, Shennong was also stunned.

The entire tribe was silent, and even the vicious dogs domesticated by the tribe trembled with their tails between their legs in the vast breath of the Creator.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

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

Seeing the wisdom giant so close at hand, Shennong's heart was filled with shock.

Right on!

It's all right!

The eyes of the wisdom giant are as bright as the sun and the moon in the sky, and the radiance that pervades his body is like a galaxy of stars in the sky.

Great, holy, majestic...

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

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

Is he here to save us?

It's like saving our ancestors...

Looking at the inconceivably great wisdom giant, Shennong's old face left two lines of crystal clear tears.

An old man who has devoted his life to the continuation of the race.

Zhang Tong lowered his head, looking at the white-haired old man with tears streaming down his face, feeling a little bit embarrassed.

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

But the boy who was squatting and looked at by himself just like Shennong back then, has been buried in the loess and completely disappeared from this world.

But Zhang Tong knows that as long as the human race is not extinct, the story and spirit of the Fuxi family will be passed down forever.

In the end, it became the spiritual imprint in the blood of all races.

Have human beings finally possessed their own civilization?

Fuxi has done a good job,

It's a pity your lives are too short.

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

The late emperor Fuxi!

Hearing the name Fuxi, Fuxi, who was holding the Xuanyuan Sword, trembled all over.

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

The late emperor... His Majesty the late emperor has buried himself in peace.

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

Great wise giant, can you ask the gods in the sky to return the fertile earth to us.

Facing the giant who brought civilization and wisdom to the tribe, Shennong kept in mind Fuxi's teachings and respected Zhang Tong as Fuxi.

It turned out to be true, the story grandma told turned out to be true.

His Majesty the Emperor calls him the Wisdom Giant, and he is the great existence that is said to have given us civilization!

Is he here to save us?

In the whole tribe, everyone put down what they were doing, walked out of the shelter from the rain, and looked up at the sacred giant.

Even though there were legends of wise giants in the entire tribe, they still couldn't help but feel shocked and awed after seeing Zhang Tong with their own eyes.

The giant squatting there exuded a sacred and shocking beauty from top to bottom.

Everyone was immersed in shock, and their minds went blank.

Is the soil no longer fertile?

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

Or every life in this world has to pay a very high price, can you bear this price?

Zhang Tong's voice was soft and fell in everyone's ears, making everyone feel awe in their hearts.

cost?

No matter what the price is, I, Shen Nong, are willing to pay.

Even if it's the price of life!

Shen Nong raised his head and looked at Zhang Tong firmly.

Those stubborn eyes seemed vaguely like the Fuxi he met yesterday evening.

But it's a pity that for Zhang Tong, it was only a night of sleep, and Fuxi finished his great life.

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

Four seasons... If there are four seasons in the world, the land will become fertile again.

But the change of the seasons will have serious consequences. From then on, the plants will only mature once a year, and there will be ice and snow covering the ground every year.

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

Year? four seasons? ice and snow?

Shennong couldn't understand most of what Zhang Tong said.

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

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

So Shennong said to Zhang Tong with a firm face:

I'm sure we can accept such a price. Please, the great wisdom giant, grant us the power called Four Seasons.

hehe……

Zhang Tong chuckled and shook his head.

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

The four seasons are not power, let alone something that belongs to you.

The four seasons are the mysteries that heaven and earth should have naturally, and the natural power that makes life reincarnate.

I said: From now on, there should be four seasons in the Realm of Absolute Beginning.

Hong Zhong Da Lu's voice seems to have some kind of indescribable influence on the world.

After saying this, Zhang Tong looked down at the human tribe:

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

I hope you can live better amidst the changes of the four seasons.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Leaving behind his expectations for them, Zhang Tong walked towards the distance without hesitation, and soon, under the inconceivable eyes of the primitive people, it turned into brilliance and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

That soft radiance, like countless fluttering feathers, flew higher and higher.

Just as Zhang Tong said, a few days after he left, the temperature in the world of Taichu began to drop.

The leaves in the forest turned yellow in large swaths, and soon most of the green in the whole world 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 cold wind, heavy snow fell from the sky, covering the withered and yellow leaves deeply.

The unprecedented cold began to sweep the world.

From the original livable environment to today's four seasons, countless lives are dying in large swaths because they cannot adapt to the natural changes.

In order to adapt to the changes in nature, animals began to evolve different ways to deal with winter.

Some will grow more vigorous hair in winter, some choose to save food for hibernation, and some simply migrate to avoid the cold.

In such four seasons, although the human race was affected, they did not become extinct.

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

Cold is not the enemy of human beings, but the real enemy of human beings is still hunger.

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

After surviving the winter, all human beings look at the brand-new world with surprise and hope in their eyes.

On the land that was once barren of grass, once again immature green shoots emerged.

Just like the butterfly reborn from its cocoon, human beings and the earth are full of vitality.

In spring, everything revives. \u003c/div\u003e