High-end prehistoric world, suppressing ascendants at the start.

Sunrise and sunset, time flies.

Under the guidance of Shi Hao, the "saintly teacher," the tribe called "Dahe" is undergoing earth-shattering changes at an incredible speed.

The robust bronze weapons replaced the fragile stone spears and bone knives, giving human warriors an unprecedented advantage in their battles against ferocious beasts, greatly increasing their hunting range and efficiency.

The sharp copper axes and saws made logging and building houses easy, and rows of more orderly and sturdy wooden and stone buildings sprang up, replacing the simple thatched huts.

Pottery firing techniques have also seen a leap forward, with more durable and exquisite vessels improving the lives of every member of the tribe.

As the tribe's territory expanded and its population grew, the fortune and humanitarian will surrounding Shi Hao became increasingly strong, almost solidifying into a radiant cloud canopy above his head, impervious to all laws.

He became the de facto king of the human race on this land, his words carrying the weight of law, and his call to arms commanding a hundred responses.

All of this rapid development was observed by Chen Feng.

He moved like a gentle breeze, a fleeting shadow, through every corner of the tribe, unnoticed by anyone.

He looked at the happiness and pride on the faces of his people, and at the ever-growing humanitarian fireworks that soared into the sky, but the coldness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He saw the enormous hidden dangers beneath that prosperity.

Because everything came too easily, the people of the tribe developed an absolute dependence on the "Holy Master" Shi Hao, and gradually lost their ability to think and explore independently.

They knew how to smelt bronze, but not the underlying principles.

They learned how to build houses, but they didn't understand structural mechanics.

They only knew that what the "Holy Teacher" taught was the truth, a divine revelation, and that there was no need to question it, only to obey it.

This civilization has no "roots".

It may appear lush and verdant, but it is actually floating on the water's surface; a single storm can capsize it completely.

Chen Feng had exceptional patience; he was like a seasoned hunter, patiently waiting for his prey to reveal a weakness.

Finally, on another full moon night, the moment he had been waiting for arrived.

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were dim.

The tribe, which had been bustling all day, fell silent, with only the patrolling warriors holding torches, their torches crackling as they burned.

A figure silently left the most magnificent stone hall in the center of the tribe; it was none other than the revered Holy Master Shi Hao.

He evaded everyone's gaze, nimbly traversing the streets and alleys, heading straight towards the deep, rolling mountains behind the tribe.

His steps were steady, his expression solemn, a stark contrast to his spirited demeanor during the day. Between his brows was a hint of barely perceptible gravity and... piety.

Chen Feng's figure followed him like a ghost, without a trace of human presence, always maintaining a subtle distance between them.

Shi Hao eventually entered a very secluded cave.

The cave entrance is hidden by vines and boulders, making it extremely difficult to find unless one is familiar with the path.

The cave's interior was a hidden world, a spacious area that had been carved out by someone with great magical power.

The cave walls were as smooth as a mirror, engraved with countless mysterious and indescribable runes. These runes were neither any kind of innate divine script nor any kind of acquired script in the primordial world; their structure was bizarre, and they were filled with a sense of coldness and death.

At the deepest part of the cave, there is a simple stone platform.

Shi Hao walked to the stone platform, knelt down respectfully, and performed a grand salute.

"Great Guide, the Great River Tribe has begun to enter the Bronze Age. The people's faith in me has reached its peak. Humanitarian willpower is gathering, and everything is in accordance with your plan." His voice was subdued and respectful, filled with fervor.

As his words fell, the space above the stone platform began to distort slightly, and a phantom of light and shadow slowly emerged.

The light and shadow took on a human shape, but its face was indistinct, and it seemed to be shrouded in an eternal mist, preventing any investigation.

It didn't exude any powerful pressure, yet it gave people an absolute sense of suppression originating from the level of life, as if a higher-dimensional being was looking down on ants.

However, in Chen Feng's Dao Eyes, which could see through the origin of all things, this layer of mist was not impossible to see through.

He saw an extremely faint, yet pure, chaotic fluctuation!

That was not an aura that primordial beings could simulate by cultivating the laws of chaos, but rather a kind of... innate mark originating from the source of the chaotic sea!

"Well done, my 'seed'." The voice emanating from the light and shadow did not resonate through the air, but rather rang directly within Shi Hao's soul, cold and ruthless, devoid of any emotion. "But, this is not enough. The speed is too slow."

"Next, I will bestow upon you the knowledge of 'Runic Power.' You must use this as a foundation to establish a sacrificial system, gathering the faith and life essence of all your people through runic arrays and offering them to me. At that time, I will bestow an even greater 'miracle' to help you unify all the surrounding tribes and establish a true earthly divine kingdom."

As the light and shadow spoke, an even larger stream of information transformed into a dazzling pillar of light, instantly disappearing into Shi Hao's brow.

Shi Hao's body trembled violently, his face showing an expression of extreme pain mixed with supreme joy, clearly receiving knowledge far exceeding the limits of his soul's capacity.

At that very moment, Chen Feng made his move.

He did not appear, but his gaze narrowed slightly.

In an instant, his divine sense transformed into an invisible and intangible sword of the Heavenly Dao, ignoring the distance of space and time, and relentlessly tracing back the connection established between the light and shadow and Shi Hao, the causal line that existed in the darkness!

This sword strike traversed the endless void, pierced through the crystal barrier of the primordial world, and directly stabbed at the source behind the light and shadow—that boundless, desolate, chaotic sea filled with the aura of violence and destruction!

During Chen Feng's journey of divine consciousness, he witnessed an unimaginable scene.

In the depths of that chaos, an indescribably vast will, like a black sun that is constantly expanding, is casting billions of similar "system" light spots onto countless bubble-like worlds.

The primordial wilderness is just one of its goals!

Just as Chen Feng's divine sense was about to touch the core of the black sun, a terrifying backlash, powerful enough to instantly annihilate an ordinary quasi-saint, erupted along the causal line!

That power was domineering and pure, filled with the chaotic essence of destroying and assimilating everything!

"snort!"

Outside the cave, Chen Feng, who had merged into the void, let out a cold snort.

He was prepared!

With a gentle flick of his wide sleeves, two chess pieces, one black and one white, silently slid out, spun around, and instantly transformed into an incomparably profound illusory Tai Chi diagram, hovering in front of him.

The terrifying backlash of chaos struck the Taiji diagram, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea; it was instantly dissipated and dissolved into nothingness by the ever-changing, ever-renewing Daoist rhythm, without even a ripple.

But Chen Feng also made a decisive move, severing the trace of divine thought.

Going any deeper would inevitably alert that terrifying being.