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

Chen Feng flicked his finger, and the crystal flew out from between Shi Hao's eyebrows and landed in his palm.

He glanced at Shi Hao, who was still unconscious, and a soft, clear light emanated from his fingertips as he touched Shi Hao's brow.

He erased and sealed away all memories of the "Great Guide," the "Civilization Evolution System," and the terrifying war in his sea of ​​consciousness—memories that were beyond the comprehension of humanity in this era.

Only some basic and harmless production knowledge about farming, water conservancy, construction, and metallurgy remained, imprinted deep in Shi Hao's soul like an innate instinct.

This knowledge was enough for him to become a qualified tribal leader, and he would never again lead the future of humanity down that preordained wrong path.

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

After a long while, Shi Hao slowly woke up.

He stared blankly at the cave walls, feeling as if he had a very long dream, a dream filled with gods and demons, a bizarre and fantastical world, but upon waking, he couldn't remember anything.

He felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, and the fervent, driven feeling he once had vanished without a trace, replaced by a down-to-earth calmness.

"Who am I?" he murmured to himself.

"I am Shi Hao, the leader of the Great River Tribe."

He no longer remembered the title of "Holy Master," but instinctively knew that he had to lead his people to survive better on this vast and dangerous land.

He stepped out of the cave and looked at the magnificent temple that was already taking shape. His eyes no longer held fanatical faith, but rather a sense of scrutiny and reflection.

"This temple could perhaps become a school for our people to discuss matters and pass on knowledge..."

He gazed into the distance, his eyes becoming deep and resolute.

The path of humanity must ultimately be forged step by step by its own two feet.

……

The sea of ​​clouds surged and swirled, shrouded in ethereal mist.

On Listening Tide Cliff, Chen Feng's figure appeared out of thin air, and the green ox lazily flicked its tail as a greeting.

Chen Feng ignored it, walked straight to the blue stone at the edge of the cliff, sat down, and spread out his palms.

One piece is a crystal of civilization radiating a seven-colored halo, and the other is a black and white chess piece engraved with the character "警" (police).

The two things lay quietly in his palm, yet they seemed to represent two completely different worlds and two completely different paths.

The crystal of civilization contains a highly efficient, precise, yet cold and ruthless method of "domestication".

It plans everything, bestows knowledge, sets goals, and ultimately reaps the rewards.

But the Primordial Era took a different path.

All things flourish and grow freely, vying for a sliver of life amidst blood and fire, and giving birth to infinite possibilities from the struggles and quests of countless beings.

Does that being deep within the chaos intend to turn the primordial wilderness into its "pasture"?

Chen Feng frowned. He realized that behind this matter lay a secret that was far more profound and terrifying than the game between sages or the changing of calamities.

This was beyond the scope of his duties as a lowly "local police officer".

"It seems I still need to report to my supervisor."

He sighed, put away the crystal and chess pieces, took a step, and his figure disappeared on Listening Tide Cliff.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of the eternally unchanging Zixiao Palace, standing outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The palace gates were tightly shut, surrounded by chaotic energy, and the divine voice of the Great Dao seemed to exist only faintly.

Chen Feng bowed respectfully to the palace gate: "Disciple Chen Feng has important matters to discuss with the Dao Ancestor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy, ancient palace gates opened silently inward, revealing a path paved with runes that led to his feet.

Chen Feng stepped inside and saw that Hongjun Daozu was still in the same age-old appearance, sitting on the high platform with a jade table in front of him and a pot of tea in front of him, pouring and drinking it by himself, as if he already knew his purpose.

Upon seeing Chen Feng enter, a faint smile appeared in Hongjun's eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of the entire universe.

"How's it going? Are you settling into this new job?"

The voice was calm, yet it seemed to cleanse the mind of all distractions.

Chen Feng stepped forward quickly, bowed respectfully, but managed a wry smile on his face as he took out the sealed civilization crystal and presented it with both hands.

"Dao Ancestor, this junior may have made a small mistake..."

He recounted everything that had happened to the Great River tribe and his methods of dealing with it, in detail.

Hongjun Daozu listened quietly, his gaze falling on the crystal of civilization. With a flick of his finger, the crystal floated in the air and slowly rotated.

The information about foreign civilizations contained within unfolded before his eyes like a series of dazzling paintings.

After a long silence, he nodded slightly and said, "You did very well. Cutting through the Gordian knot, using the primordial origin to trace back to its master and sever its root, though a risky move, is also a brilliant move to remove the fuel supply."

Relieved to receive the Dao Ancestor's affirmation, Chen Feng felt a sense of relief, but the bitterness on his face deepened.

"But Dao Ancestor, by doing this, I have thoroughly offended that unknown being in the Chaos. That fellow's methods are unpredictable and impossible to guard against. We, the local police officers of the Primordial World, are constantly on the front lines, doing the most dangerous work, yet our benefits and treatment..."

He then changed the subject and began to pour out his grievances.

"Shouldn't we mention this? You see, every time we're dispatched, I either fly there myself or leisurely ride my old ox there. By the time I get there, it's all too late! If I hadn't been careful beforehand this time, the very foundation of humanity would have been uprooted!"

Chen Feng looked heartbroken: "So, how about you provide me with a mount that can instantly reach the crime scene? Or perhaps a couple of innate spiritual treasures for escaping... cough, even just for traveling! Old Ox... it's really a bit slow, and it sheds fur too."

The blue ox, which was dozing on Tingchao Cliff, suddenly snorted, turned over, and continued sleeping on its side.

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's eternally unchanging face surprisingly revealed a slight, gentle smile.

Looking at this audacious disciple who dared to bargain with him, he was not angry at all; instead, a hint of approval appeared in his eyes.

They dare to take on responsibilities and also dare to fight for their goals.

This is what a vibrant living being should look like.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of something inexplicable.

"Mounts and magical treasures are all external things. True speed comes from your understanding of the Great Dao of Time and Space."

As he spoke, he pointed his fingers like a sword and gently touched Chen Feng's brow.

hum!

In an instant, Chen Feng felt as if the whole world had disappeared.

There is no time, no space, no up or down, no directions, no past or future.

He seemed to transform into a primordial "intention," floating in a chaotic ocean composed of endless Dao runes.

Each of these runes is heavier than a vast world, and each contains a profound truth about time and space.

They intertwine, collide, and evolve with each other; between birth and death, there are the births and destructions of universes.

When Pangu separated heaven and earth, the axe that cleaved through the chaos was the breaking and opening of space and time.

When "Hongjun" merged with the Dao, his resolute transformation into the Heavenly Dao was the stability and order of space and time.

"Rahu" detonates the spiritual veins of the West, signifying the collapse and destruction of space and time.