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

"At least at the peak of Quasi-Saint, or even... already touching the threshold of Sainthood." Chen Feng's eyes became more solemn than ever before. "Moreover, his application of the Laws of Chaos far surpasses that idiot I crushed before."

He recalled the starry chessboard in the Zixiao Palace, where Dao Ancestor Hongjun had filled it with countless "system" chess pieces.

"It seems this is no longer just a simple hoax by illegal immigrants. It's that there are 'fellow travelers' throwing new ingredients into this cauldron of chaos, or even... they want to take the pot and replace it with their own recipe!"

Should we just destroy Shi Hao and his system?

No, that would only cut off a branch, which would be meaningless and would only make the mastermind behind it more vigilant.

Chen Feng's heart surged with murderous intent, but reason quickly calmed him down, and a bolder and more radical plan instantly took shape in his mind.

What he wants to do is not to destroy, but to "tamper" with!

At Chen Feng's fingertips, a wisp of Great Luo Daoist essence quietly condensed.

This philosophy contains his profound understanding of the spirit of humanity and the way of self-improvement.

With a flick of his finger, the wisp of Daoist energy transformed into a stream of light billions of times smaller than a speck of dust, silently piercing through the cave's restrictions and precisely merging into the light spot in Shi Hao's sea of ​​consciousness called the "Civilization Evolution System."

All of this was incredibly fast and incredibly mysterious.

Even the chaotic light and shadow connected to the system did not notice the slightest abnormality.

This streak of light was like a piece of carefully disguised code, a backdoor program hidden at the deepest level.

It won't take effect immediately, nor will it destroy the system.

It would silently lurk beneath the surface, subtly distorting and modifying the core instructions of the system every time it imparted knowledge to Shi Hao or issued a task.

For example, the "cramming" method of knowledge delivery is distorted into a guided "inspiration" method.

Subtly incorporate thought-provoking questions into the bronze smelting task, such as "Why can flames melt ore?"

Incorporate exploratory variables into the instructions for building a house, such as "how to make the structure more stable".

It aims to subtly transform this kind of rapid, unsustainable leap forward in civilization into a path of self-exploration that takes one step at a time and lays a solid foundation.

It wants to make this planted "poison seed" unknowingly blossom into the "Tao Fruit" of humankind's unyielding self-improvement!

After doing all this, Chen Feng's figure completely disappeared, as if he had never existed.

Inside the cave, Shi Hao snapped out of the pain of receiving knowledge and bowed once more to the vanished light and shadow, his eyes filled with fervor and worship at their peak.

He had no idea that from this moment on, the "path of revelation" he was walking would veer in a completely different direction without his own awareness.

A conspiracy against humanity in the primordial world has, through Chen Feng's covert intervention, transformed into an unprecedented experiment in civilization.

And he, Chen Feng, is both the observer of this experiment and the one who controls the most crucial variable... the player in the game.

……

Time flows on, day and night.

The development of the Great River Tribe did not stagnate because of that secret confrontation that night. Instead, it continued to surge forward with a more steady and profound momentum.

Several months later, Shi Hao, who had become the common ruler of the entire mountain range, once again received a divine decree from the "Great Guide"—to build a temple that could bear the faith of the human race and gather the flame of civilization.

The oracle included incredibly detailed blueprints and construction instructions.

It was a type of architecture completely different from the native style of the primordial world. It soared into the clouds, with cold and hard lines, pursuing the ultimate geometric regularity, and was full of the intention to conquer and oppress the heavens and the earth. Its core function was to construct a huge sacrificial array, extracting all the human will and life essence of the clansmen that had gathered, and offering it to the beings in the dark.

Shi Hao believed this without a doubt and immediately, in the name of the Holy Master, commanded a million people to start a large-scale construction project in the center of the tribe.

However, what he didn't know was that deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Great Luo Daoist Rhyme implanted by Chen Feng, as small as dust, had already begun to ferment.

As Shi Hao imprinted the cold architectural drawings in his mind and prepared to pass them on to the craftsmen, a new idea involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"Why must the temple be square? Heaven and earth are divided into Qian and Kun, and all things are divided into Yin and Yang. If the base were changed to be round, connecting the heavens above and the earth below, wouldn't it be better able to gather the essence of heaven and earth?"

"Why must the pillars rise straight up? Mountains have veins, rivers have flows. If we take the contours of mountains and rivers as a guide and arrange the pillars in a rhythmic pattern, could we make the temple more stable and allow it to blend into this world?"

These thoughts grew wildly like weeds, not from systematic indoctrination, but from the deepest reflections and flashes of inspiration within his own soul.

This was the immense power of Chen Feng's Daoist aura. It did not directly negate the system's instructions, but rather subtly guided and inspired Shi Hao with the primordial principle of "Man follows the Earth, Earth follows Heaven, Heaven follows the Dao, and the Dao follows Nature."

Thus, a massive project began.

Shi Hao stood on high ground, giving orders with great confidence.

He ordered his people to quarry stones, but as if by some strange twist of fate, he abandoned the hard, ordinary stones and instead chose a type of jade that contained a faint spiritual aura.

He planned the layout of the famous temple, unconsciously altering its cold geometric structure into a profound pattern that subtly aligns with the Eight Trigrams and the Nine Palaces Flying Stars.

Deeply excavating the foundation activates the earth's energy.

The beams and pillars stand tall, connecting with the stars in the sky.

Every brick, every stone, every piece of wood, and every clod of earth, under a mysterious guidance, was placed in a position that best aligns with the great principles of heaven and earth.

Unbeknownst to anyone, this place, which was supposed to be a sacrificial site for plundering the fortune of humanity, was gradually evolving into an enormous spirit-gathering array during its construction.

Like a beating heart, it began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which in turn nourished this land and every member of the clan who participated in its construction.

At the same time, a second task from the "Guide" was also issued—to promote bronze weapons on a large scale, to conquer all surrounding resistance forces with absolute force, and to complete the bloody primitive accumulation.

But the same anomaly occurred again.

As Shi Hao held a sharp bronze sword, preparing to demonstrate its unparalleled destructive power to his people, he gazed at the metallic luster flowing across the blade, yet another question arose in his mind: "The great guide bestowed upon us the methods of smelting, but this bronze seems to have reached the limits of its material. How can we make it sharper and stronger?"

As soon as this question arose, the system light in his mind trembled slightly, as if it wanted to give the standard answer of "using a more advanced alloy formula".

But the wisp of Daoist essence left behind by Chen Feng took the lead, transforming into a burst of spiritual light!

Shi Hao's gaze involuntarily fell on the tortoise shell used by the tribal shamans during their rituals. Those ancient and mysterious totem symbols seemed to contain some kind of profound truth about the universe.

A bold idea was born in his mind!