The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

As the small human races entered the Bronze Age, the "Cavemen" also joined in. However, metallurgy is a technical skill, and the remote wilderness makes it easy to expose the location of their settlements. Therefore, Lozu is currently very careful in carrying out his copper smelting business.

However, the small human race in the world within the pot had already begun to make bronze ornaments and bronze musical instruments, not to mention bronze weapons.

However, their breathing techniques have stagnated, and due to physical factors, their martial arts skills have stopped at the low level.

Therefore, upon discovering the remains left by Luo Zu, they were overjoyed, which sparked a huge dispute.

Today, the martial arts world of the world within the pot is filled with legends of a mysterious martial god who possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, ascends to heaven through rainbow transformation, leaving behind only a golden body, and instructs the world.

Luo Zu was also very curious about his identity as a "Martial God," so during his spare time today, he created an avatar in the world within the gourd and then possessed it.

The small human race's current project has reached stage 2.3, focusing on developing civilization and enriching the spirit.

Luo Zu himself is still constantly exploring his brain. After refining Qi into spirit, he understands even more the relationship between the physical body and the spirit. They complement each other and achieve mutual success. One cannot only nourish the physical body, but also cannot slack off in the spirit.

Unfortunately, due to their congenital deficiencies, the small human race could hardly make any further progress in their spiritual development. Luo Zu also felt sorry for the current size of the small human race, so he let them continue to explore martial arts. If things couldn't be done, he would destroy the world again and then start the Small Human Race 3.0 plan.

Although the small human race has not yet spread throughout the world of the pot, it has explored 30% of the land and ventured into the ocean, with a population of over 300,000.

Luo Zu really couldn't bear to just wash all these chattering little ones away from this land.

So he decided to give them another year, a year in the primeval land.

If there is no improvement, Luo Zu will unleash a flood to cleanse the land.

Transformed into a local tribe, Luo Ancestor took a stroll, observing the tribe's situation and experiencing firsthand the customs and culture of this small human tribe.

After all, even if we're monitoring things from the sky every day like a satellite, some things will still be missed, and the generation gap with these smaller human races will also widen.

The tribe already had trading venues similar to vegetable markets, where both bartering and the use of bronze coins, a currency common to the tribal alliance, were practiced.

But people still mostly bartered.

Therefore, it is impossible to find teahouses, restaurants, or taverns here.

But there were still some people who gathered in small groups around a campfire, roasting meat over the fire, cutting off pieces of meat with knives and eating, communicating with each other in this way, and they were all strangers to each other.

This is an interaction method devised by a brilliant mind: set up a campfire, roast meat, and anyone passing by can come and share, but they must first say something useful.

This method of information exchange was then promoted and imitated by people in various tribes. They especially liked to hold it in the market, since such places had many people, many of whom were people who had traveled all over the country, and the chances of obtaining new information were relatively high.

Luo Zu picked up a small knife and went to a campfire surrounded by five people.

By this time, most of the meat had been cut off, and the five men were all burping with satisfaction on their faces.

They were surprised to see Luo Zu, this handsome and extraordinary man, walk in, but they did not stop him from sitting down.

Luo Zu glanced at the roasted meat that was now just bones, but he wasn't bothered. He simply sat down and took out a leg of lamb from the pouch at his waist.

The sheep in the world within the pot have eight legs and are larger than cows. Now, a group of them have been tamed by small human races and have become an important source of meat.

However, once the eight-legged sheep were domesticated, only tribal nobles could eat their legs. Ordinary people could only look at the legs of live sheep. As for these wanderers, they could only eat them when invited by nobles.

As for the meat they roasted in the last round, it was the meat of a hairy, one-eyed monster. It was tough and dry, and it didn't do much good for martial arts.

But it's enough to make ends meet.

The martial arts practitioners gathered around the other campfires also turned their attention to this place, and several of them were drooling, eager to come and try it out.

It's no exaggeration to say they were drooling with anticipation.

"Friend, what do you want to know?" The original host of the campfire moved his sharp one eye away from the lamb leg and onto Luo Zu's face.

"That mountain," Luo Zu pointed.

This tribe is closest to the mountain range that is now revered as a sacred mountain by the world, which is why so many people have gathered here, and why the ancestor of the Luo clan has graced us with his presence.

One-Eyed scoffed after hearing this: "Ha, that's probably not enough."

Information about that mountain is now extremely valuable to all tribes.

"I have many more," Lozuli coaxed.

call.

The five people around the campfire all took heavier breaths.

The other campfires also briefly paused their conversations before resuming, but their attention was clearly focused on Lozu.

"You...you can ask the clan leader." After carefully scanning Luo Zu, One-Eyed felt he couldn't see through him and said hesitantly.

"Has he already been to that mountain?" Luo Zu asked.

The one-eyed man nodded: "He was among the very first batch."

Luo Zu stood up, but did not take the lamb leg from the grill. He looked at the misty mountains, his heart was not really stirred, but his face showed a thoughtful expression.

Within the world contained within the pot, nothing could be hidden from him except human thought.

Strictly speaking, the chieftain of this tribe cannot be considered one of the earliest people; the one who first discovered the blood mist should be a woodcutter.

But the woodcutter is now imprisoned, his hands and feet broken, his tongue cut out, his eyes gouged out, and he is locked in a dungeon.

However, Luo Zu's purpose in this trip was not him, but to stir up a bloody storm so that the small human race could find a way forward in the competition.

So Luo Zu still decided to approach him, but not face-to-face, but through remote spiritual communication.

As soon as Luo Zu stood up, his spirit covered the entire tribe. Now his spirit's range from his body has reached one zhang. In terms of the size of the primordial world, this tribe is only three chi in diameter and only one inch deep. Luo Zu can easily cover it.

……

Exhale and breathe, trying to stay calm.

His name is Mu, the woodcutter. He used to be a good man, but now his heart is filled with nothing but darkness and hatred.

He experienced great joy and sorrow, but he failed to gain true enlightenment. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, because his eyes had been blinded.

Moreover, his hands and feet are broken, so if he sheds tears, he can't wipe them away.

"Wood."

Just then, a voice rang in his mind.

The reason he was sure it was ringing in his mind was because his ears had also been deafened by the noise.