Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Even humans who have achieved the status of True Immortal or Celestial Immortal dare not easily set foot in it.

The young chieftain of the Lieshan tribe, a former Taiyi Golden Immortal, is now lying on a wasteland overgrown with weeds.

His body was in close contact with the ground, his face covered in mud and grass clippings, looking utterly disheveled.

He struggled to sit up and looked around, only to be met with a strange and desolate scene.

In the distance, there are rolling mountains, and at their foot, a few low stone houses are scattered, with wisps of smoke rising from their rooftops.

Deeper into the mountains, the faint howls of ferocious beasts could be heard, sending chills down one's spine.

Lieshan took a deep breath and stood up.

His cultivation was sealed, and his physical body was imprisoned; at this moment, he was no different from an ordinary person.

The meager cultivation level of refining essence into qi within his body allowed him to still absorb a trace of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

"This is... my human tribe?" Lieshan murmured to himself, his gaze falling on the few simple stone houses in the distance, completely bewildered.

If he hadn't seen humans among them, he would have doubted that it was all an illusion.

Lieshan staggered toward that place.

The weeds on the wasteland grew taller than a person, and the uneven rocks underfoot caused him to fall several times, leaving him with cuts and wounds all over his body.

Once upon a time, he was a Taiyi Golden Immortal, able to travel ten thousand miles in an instant with a single thought.

Now, even walking makes him stumble, and it took him a long time to get used to this sealed-off body.

This feeling left him both bewildered and delighted.

When Lieshan arrived at the tribe, he was already able to walk normally.

The tribe was so small that he had never even heard of it before.

A rough count revealed only twenty or thirty stone houses, each piled up haphazardly, barely enough to provide shelter from the wind and rain.

The tribe's perimeter wasn't even enclosed by a proper fence; it was simply marked by a few withered branches haphazardly stuck into the ground.

Lieshan stood at the entrance of the tribe, looking at the human race inside.

Those humans were all covered in animal skins, and their eyes were sharp and fierce.

Some of them were beating their bodies, some were butchering the meat, and some were mending tattered animal skin clothing.

Seeing Lieshan, this outsider covered in wounds and dressed in tattered clothes, the eyes of these humans were filled with wariness and pity.

Their vigilance stems from their wariness of the unknown.

Pity came from seeing Lieshan, a fellow human, in such a pitiful state.

Lie Shan felt a sharp pain in his heart. He, who was about to take charge of the human race, actually saw pity among his people.

I saw pity for "him"!

Is this the most difficult tribe, the human race?

He grew up in the ancestral land of humanity, and everyone he met possessed remarkable cultivation and wore specially made magical robes...!

He thought all humans were like that, and he thought that the legacy left by the Human Emperor Fuxi had already allowed humans to live a good life.

It turned out not to be.

Beyond the ancestral land, there are countless other humans who live in dire poverty, lacking even a single piece of clothing made of hemp, and still wearing animal hides.

"Who are you? What brings you to my tribe?"

An old voice came from the side.

Lieshan turned his head and saw an old man walking towards him.

The old man was hunched over, his face full of wrinkles, and he leaned on a rough bone cane. His cloudy eyes occasionally flashed with a sharp light as he looked Lieshan up and down.

He sensed a friendly aura emanating from Lieshan, which told him that Lieshan posed no threat to his people.

Lieshan cupped his hands and said, "Old man, my name is Lieshan. My tribe is located in the jaws of ferocious beasts. I was lucky enough to escape with my life and have been wandering around ever since. I am looking for a place to settle down. I wonder if your tribe could take me in?"

"Lieshan?" The old man looked him up and down, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes. "You're from the Lieshan tribe?"

Lieshan shook his head repeatedly. The Lieshan tribe was one of the top tribes among the human race. Even the branches that had branched out were still incredibly powerful. It was impossible for the entire tribe to be wiped out!

"My tribe is just a small tribe, not the Lieshan tribe!" Lieshan quickly explained.

The old man's suspicion hadn't faded, but he didn't directly refuse. He asked, "Our tribe is small and can't afford to support idle people. What are your skills?"

Lieshan was taken aback.

What can he do?

He can cultivate, refine pills, forge magical artifacts, set up formations, and handle human affairs... but none of these skills are useful here.

His cultivation was sealed, so he couldn't use any of these abilities.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old man shook his head: "You can't do anything? That won't do. Our tribe doesn't support idlers. You should leave!"

After saying that, he was about to send Lieshan away.

Lieshan panicked and hurriedly said, "Old man, I know how to refine... refine medicine!"

He dared not call it alchemy, because these humans simply had no access to it.

The medicine-making he mentioned is a branch of alchemy.

Those things were of no use to him; he only memorized them because he saw that they were passed down in his clan.

But now it has become his only lifeline.

The old man stopped and turned to look at him: "You know how to make medicine?"

Lieshan quickly replied, "I suppose so. I learned from the priests in the tribe."

The old man remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. Finally, he nodded: "Alright, you can stay for now. Our tribe does indeed lack someone who understands herbs. But let me make this clear: if you deceive us, don't blame me for expelling you from the tribe."

Lieshan quickly replied, "No, no, I wouldn't dare."

The old man nodded, led him into the tribe, and arranged for him to stay in a stone cave in the very corner.

The cave was small, only about ten feet square, with a layer of dry grass on the ground serving as a bed. In the corner were some pottery jars and earthenware pots, emitting a faint herbal scent.

"This is where the pharmacist used to live," the old man said. "He went into the mountains to collect herbs last month and never came back."

Lie Shan's heart sank. The death of the tribe's only healer was a devastating blow to the tribe.

He nodded without saying anything more.

After the old man left, Lieshan sat on the ground for a long time.

He looked at the remnants of herbs in the pottery jars, at the rough, sharp pottery, at the drafty walls and the leaky roof, and felt a mix of emotions.

Is this the living condition of the only pharmacist in a lowly human tribe?

Using the simplest tools in the harshest conditions, they sustened the wounded warriors of the tribe.

He was once a Taiyi Golden Immortal, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones with a wave of his hand.

Now, however, they must learn to use these rudimentary tools to save their people in this stone cave.

Fate is truly wondrous.

After settling down in the tribe, Lieshan quickly realized how difficult it was to survive there.

The humans in the tribe face all sorts of threats every day.

If you are bitten by a poisonous insect while picking wild fruit, you may experience redness, swelling, and pain, or even fall into a coma or die.

He was scratched and bitten by wild animals while hunting, resulting in the loss of limbs and arms, rendering him completely disabled.

Even more frightening are those diseases that are invisible and intangible.

The cold and wind, which one has never experienced in their ancestral lands, could take a life here.