Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

Hmm? What happened?

Standing on the cliff by the East China Sea, Wang Pingan held his long sword covered with red rust and looked up at the sky.

He felt that the world had changed slightly, but this feeling was fleeting and not very real.

But he was very sensitive, so he would not think it was just his illusion.

"Wang Pingan, what's wrong? Have you found anything?" The former tavern waiter, now the swordsman, found that he was not right, so he came over and asked in a low voice.

After that, he turned around and looked at the large group of people behind him.

There were not many people, only eight.

"No." Wang Pingan shook his head.

For this old friend, Wang Pingan was actually 180% alert in his heart.

"The third time." The swordsman did not doubt him and only sighed.

The swordsman's real name was Bai A Ming. He was once a young man who loved fantasy like Wang Pingan, and then he was hit by reality. He was depressed for a while and worked as a waiter in the tavern. Then he met the swordsman who changed his fate.

His swordsmanship talent was very good, so Jinghong Swordsman accepted him as his disciple, and later recommended him to the Brahma Sword School, so that he was born five years later.

He was selected to join the team that is going out to sea to find the strange stone from outer space.

As for how good his swordsmanship is now, it must be extremely high.

Although he is not as good as Wang Ping'an, he is also a leader among his peers, especially because he has been practicing swordsmanship for too short a time, so this talent has not been fully realized.

But time waits for no one, and before he can become a master, the world has undergone such an unprecedented change.

However, his swordsmanship can finally be seen by the world.

That chic swordsmanship, that extraordinary figure... all in his imagination.

Facing demons, people need extremely practical swordsmanship, not the fancy swordsmanship that demons applaud.

Therefore, after several actual battles with demons, he was lucky to survive and made adjustments to his swordsmanship, which was as complicated as colorful flowers in spring.

Simple and direct, pursuing the efficiency of one-hit kill.

Slowly, he made a name for himself, and it was because of this that he had the opportunity to join the team for the third expedition against the alien stone.

He failed in the previous two times, and he was not sure whether he could succeed in the third time.

He thought about becoming famous because of this, but it was more of a melancholy and worry.

Failure seemed to be inevitable for this team.

After all, the human race organized a sea expedition team of more than 30,000 people for the first time, including the elite of the human cultivators and the human elite legion, but they were defeated and their bodies sank into the sea.

The second time was also a large team, with more than 3,000 people, and they were also the elite selected from the human cultivators.

The final result... was this third expedition.

Of course, there was also a good side, that is, it brought back important information about the limit on the number of people going to sea.

Ten people or less is the best.

So this time, ten people were sent.

"How many more times can it be?"

Someone sighed and came over.

It was a woman, 36 years old, just the right age for her beauty, with a melon-shaped face, seductive eyes, and a gourd-like waist and hips. It was impossible to associate her with a top swordsman.

All the people who went out to sea this time were swordsmen, led by this extraordinary woman.

She never said her name, but she was known in the martial arts world as the Golden Snake Sword Sect.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would have been difficult for Wang Ping'an and Bai A Ming to associate her with this name.

It was rumored that the sword of the Golden Snake Sword Sect was very fast, so fast that it could catch up with the light, and its swordsmanship was treacherous. With a golden sword that could catch up with the light, it would be like a golden snake. Of course, her opponents would rather call it a poisonous snake.

She smiled lazily at the two of them, teasing them a few words like a close sister, teasing them about some of their emotional lives.

This did calm the hearts of the two teenagers... no, they were already young men.

However, they still felt uneasy.

Especially Wang Ping'an.

He always felt that the world was different again.

It was a bit like the day his grandfather left.

It was just that the sky didn't fall, the ground didn't sink, and it was hard to tell what exactly happened.

Finally, they went out to sea, and ten people boarded a thousand-foot ship. The ship was branded with talismans, and layers of magic arrays were painted on the ship like paint. It can be said that this ship is the crystallization of the human race's magic weapon technology.

But they had planned to face endless obstacles, but they didn't encounter any difficulties.

The wind was calm and the sea was like a mirror.

It seemed that someone had roughly cleaned the dirt to welcome them.

Ten days out to sea, ten people took turns to be on duty and take turns to rest.

Wang Pingan didn't sleep on the rest of the days except for the first day, but it didn't matter whether he slept or not when he reached his level of cultivation.

As for why he didn't sleep, it was because he had a long-lost dream on the first night.

It was the night he would never forget.

Grandpa left as soon as he said he would leave, leaving him behind.

He had been trying to forget that resolute and cold look, and wanted to cover it up with the warm time when his grandfather raised him for many years.

But it was difficult, so he stopped dreaming.

But he couldn't help but have such a dream on the first night of going to sea.

After practicing to this level, he naturally knew that this dream was not simple, and it must be full of deep meaning, especially involving his grandfather, who was the same person as the legendary swordsman.

But what exactly was it hinting, he thought about it for nine days but couldn't get a result.

Then they drifted on the sea for another ten days.

When they reached the depths of the southeastern sea, they saw many extraordinary natural phenomena.

But no one was killed, no demons appeared, and even no islands were seen.

In this case, everyone was experienced in the martial arts world, so how could they not know that there must be something fishy going on?

There was a big demon playing a trick on them.

"I'll go check it out." The graceful woman from the Golden Snake Sword Sect stepped forward first.

No one stopped her.

She also went into the sea.

And then she never came back.

At this time, the fog also came from all directions on the sea, submerging the big ship.

Naturally, everyone was surprised and doubtful, and each of them held a sword, encouraged their own true qi, and was ready to meet the enemy at any time.

Then they heard a bang.

The ship hit the reef.

But the ship was not pierced through the cabin.

Huh!

At this moment, a swordsman cast a spell and tried to blow away the smoke that had been unable to be blown away.

Then, it succeeded.

But after the success, everyone's face changed drastically.

A huge figure stood in front of everyone.

And he was alive. He looked down, swept over the people on the boat like ants, and exhaled softly.

Woo woo woo.

This breath came into their ears with countless noisy voices.

A swordsman drew his sword on the deck and struck with the sword.

Then it was as if a poisonous snake was wrapped around his head, biting off his neck, and turned into a pool of pus on the spot, which was scattered all over the ground.

One swordsman after another died, and in the end only Wang Ping'an and Bai Amin were left standing on the deck in a daze.

"Wang Ping'an, is that... your father?"

"Well... probably... yes."