Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

On his first day in the tribe, Lieshan witnessed the death of one of his tribesmen.

He was a warrior in his thirties, strong and robust, and one of the tribe's best hunters.

While hunting in the mountains with his tribe, he was stung on the arm by a poisonous scorpion.

I didn't feel anything at the time, just a little pain, and nobody took it seriously.

The next day, the soldier's arm began to swell and turn black, his body became hot, and he became delirious.

They tried all the few herbs left in the tribe, but none of them could cure the poison.

When Lieshan arrived, the man was already on the verge of death.

He squatted in front of the man's straw mat, looking at the man's painfully contorted face, his swollen and blackened arms, and his pupils gradually becoming unfocused. An indescribable sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

If he still possessed cultivation, he could expel the poison with a wave of his hand, and the spiritual energy he gathered at will could restore a person to their original state.

But he didn't.

He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with only the cultivation level of refining essence into qi.

Lieshan searched through all the herbal residue in the thatched hut, trying to find an antidote.

But he knew nothing about common herbs; he couldn't even name them, let alone know their effects.

He could only watch helplessly as the soldier died painfully before his eyes.

Watching the others skillfully handle the soldier's body, Lieshan didn't know what to do.

All he knew was that this person had died in front of him, and he couldn't help him in any way.

That night, Lieshan couldn't sleep.

He lay on the haystack, staring at the hole in the roof, looking at the stars through it.

The image of that soldier before he died kept replaying in my mind—his pain, his helplessness, and his yearning for life.

And the numbness seen by others!

At this moment, he even felt a bit of hatred for Huanglong.

Why seal his cultivation level?

Why seal his physical body?

If he still possessed the cultivation level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, then the warrior would not have died.

He could even cure all the illnesses of everyone in the tribe in one go, so that the people here would no longer have to suffer from diseases and poisonous insects.

But after the anger comes a deep sense of powerlessness.

Because he knew that Huang Long was right.

The entire human race consists of countless tribes and countless people.

Even if he were a Taiyi Golden Immortal, or even a Daluo Golden Immortal, a Quasi-Saint, or even a Sub-Saint, he could not possibly save all of humanity from the suffering of disease and pests by his own power.

Even the human emperor Fuxi couldn't do it, and neither could he.

The only thing we can do is not to use magic to save a particular person, but to find a way so that all humans can save themselves.

Lieshan sat up, his gaze falling on the remnants of herbs in the pottery jars and earthenware pots in the corner.

These are herbs passed down from generation to generation in the tribe. Although they are few in number and limited in variety, each one has a definite therapeutic effect.

Some can stop bleeding, some can relieve pain...!

If these herbs are useful, what about the other plants?

Countless plants grow in this vast mountain forest.

There must be some among them that can cure diseases and detoxify, they just haven't been discovered yet.

If he can find all these plants, understand their effects, and then pass on this knowledge to humankind, so that hundreds of millions of people can benefit from it!

The thought exploded in Lieshan's mind like lightning.

He stood up abruptly, his heart pounding.

That's right, that's all he can do!

No cultivation or magical power is needed; all that's required is the courage to face death.

From that day on, Lieshan began his journey to find medicine.

Every morning, before dawn, he would carry a bamboo basket on his back, take a wooden stick, and walk alone into the mountains outside the tribe.

Danger lurks everywhere in the mountains and forests.

Venomous snakes and insects are everywhere, and you can easily get bitten if you're not careful.

In some places, miasma is so pervasive that inhaling even a single breath can cause dizziness.

Even more terrifying were the ferocious wild beasts, jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards; any one of them could take his life.

Lieshan knew that he had no cultivation and his physical body was sealed, so he was no match for those ferocious beasts.

Therefore, he was extremely careful, and each time he went into the mountains, he only stayed on the outer perimeter and never went deep into the mountains.

He traversed every inch of land within dozens of miles of the tribe, crossed every mountain peak, and waded through every stream.

He carefully examined every plant he encountered, recalling the descriptions of the innate elixir from his memory.

Each of those innate spiritual herbs contains rich spiritual energy, its entire body radiating spiritual light, and its effects can be discerned at a glance.

These mountain plants are ordinary and unremarkable, completely different from innate medicinal herbs.

However, Lieshan discovered that some plants had subtle similarities in appearance to certain innate medicinal herbs.

For example, there is a kind of innate elixir called "Red Blood Ganoderma," which is entirely red and can replenish qi and blood, and prolong life.

There are also Crimson Blood Mushrooms in these mountains, but because they lack the nourishment of spiritual energy, they are not very effective. However, their medicinal properties are sufficient for ordinary humans.

Lieshan guessed that since they looked similar, perhaps their medicinal properties were also similar?

Of course, this is just a guess.

Before anyone has actually tried it, no one knows whether this guess is right or wrong.

But to conduct an experiment, someone must taste it themselves.

Who should try it?

Those people in the tribe?

They had already suffered enough; Lieshan couldn't bear to let them take such a risk.

Those livestock kept in captivity?

Animals are different from humans, and the results they get from tasting them may not be accurate.

After much thought, there's only one choice...!

Lieshan gritted his teeth and stuffed the leaf of the unknown plant in his hand into his mouth.

It's a type of wild jasmine, with opposite, ovate leaves and yellow, funnel-shaped flowers!

Lieshan guessed that this plant might have some kind of medicinal effect, but he would only know what it was after tasting it.

He chewed a leaf and swallowed it.

Moments later, he began to experience severe abdominal pain, as if being stabbed with a knife.

Lieshan's face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He clutched his stomach, curled up on the ground, breathing rapidly, in so much pain he was almost fainting.

That pain wasn't ordinary abdominal pain, but a tearing, excruciating pain that felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside out.

It felt as if countless tiny knives were churning inside his stomach, tearing apart every inch of his flesh.

Lieshan gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound.

He was worried that his cries would attract wild animals from the mountains.

But he overestimated his patience.

The pain became increasingly intense and unbearable.

His vision began to blur, his consciousness began to dissipate, and his body began to convulse uncontrollably.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a warm power surged into his body, suppressing the intense poison and slowly dissipating it.