The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Luo Zu's Yang God dared not be too busy among these ruins at this moment, otherwise he might be mistaken for an enemy by those powerful beings and killed on the spot with a casual blow.

Unwilling to suffer such an end, Luo Zu merely observed the changes in the surrounding spiritual energy, and also the lingering effects of any possible witchcraft or sorcery, hoping to glean some insights from them.

Of course, the most important thing is to see the location of the severed limbs, broken arms, and fragments of magical artifacts left behind in this battle, so that you can "collect trash" later.

Sometimes Luo Zu would sigh and think that being a "garbage collector" in this prehistoric world wasn't so bad.

The only thing to be careful about is that even the junk collectors might get caught up in the aftermath of the big shots' battles, so it's best to observe from afar and not get too close.

Just as Luo Zu was memorizing when and where the streaks of light in the sky flew, a deafening roar suddenly came from the celestial phenomenon of heavy clouds obscuring the sun.

These loud noises were not the sounds of a battle, but rather the sounds of words, specifically in the languages ​​of witches and demons.

Fortunately, Luo Zu knew both languages, so he could understand what they meant.

"Hot Witch! Thorn will not let you get away with this!"

It sounds like the villain's defeated and ruthless words.

"Thorn? He can no longer avenge you."

The implication is that the "thorn" who was considered the backer has already been dealt with.

Their conversation was in a demonic language versus a sorcerer's language, with one side speaking one language. If someone didn't understand either language, they might think it was like talking to a brick wall.

Regardless, Luo Zu understood, and then without any further dialogue, he let out a series of screams.

Then a rain of blood fell on the earth, mixed with tiny bits of flesh and bone.

Luo Zu dared not use his Yang Spirit to receive them, so he hid under the ruins and used the world within the pot to collect the blood, flesh, and bones.

Oh oh oh!

A muffled horn sound followed immediately.

The clouds and smoke dissipated, revealing the sky above... the air.

The shamans had long since left, their whereabouts unknown, leaving behind only a mess and ruins. Luo Zu sighed, but his heart was not actually that heavy.

"These spendthrifts," Luo Zu sighed inwardly.

Then, Luo Zu's spirit disappeared into the earth, returned to the underground safe house, and fell into his physical body.

"It's over, let's go back," Luo Zu said to the anxious clansmen present.

"Clan leader?! Is it over?" Huowa, still shaken, asked Luozu for confirmation.

"It's over," Luo Zu replied earnestly, looking around at everyone.

Everyone cheered with joy.

Then they happily squeezed towards the exit. Because it was too crowded, everyone was stuck at the exit and couldn't get out. It was only thanks to Tie Touwa and others' authority that they dragged a few people down and then made everyone leave the safe house in an orderly manner.

Luo Zu doesn't plan to bury this safe house anymore; instead, he will have the clansmen living in Yanquan Village maintain it properly.

No one can guarantee that such a "natural disaster" will not happen again in the future.

Emerging from the dark, dark safe house, the tribespeople were overjoyed to see the light of day again. Unfortunately, they were not a race that sang and danced, so they could only cheer on the spot.

Luo Zu did not stop them from doing so, after all, there was still the difficult task of rebuilding their homes in front of them, so he let them be happy for a while.

After the cheers subsided, some people began to feel distressed, cry, and sigh.

Luo Zu saw all of this, so he had to step forward to encourage everyone: "My people, my compatriots, I know this disaster has destroyed our homes and wiped out our past wealth, but will we be defeated because of this?"

"Really?!"

Luo Zu's question echoed through the ruins, reaching the ears of every "caveman".

The response came very quickly.

"Won't!!"

The first person to stand up and respond was not Tie Tou Wa, nor Huo Wa, but Xi.

This woman, whose early life was filled with hardship, possessed an indomitable spirit.

Since she was not defeated, the other "caveman" people naturally wouldn't be defeated either.

They were just slower to react than Xi.

"Won't!!!"

The shouts were deafening, and everyone from three-year-old children to five-hundred-year-old middle-aged people was raising their arms and shouting.

Luo Zu was pleased. He glanced at everyone's enthusiastic faces and gave them his instructions one by one.

Next, we need to investigate the situation in Hutou Village and Luoxiang. We need to organize a group of people to go and find out the situation first.

"Tie Tou, Zhi, Yan, Erwa, come with me to check on the situation in Hu Tou Village and Luo Township." Luo Zu summoned the group.

Huowa, Xi, and other people with management experience were left behind by Luo Zu to carry out the arrangements he had made.

After assigning the manpower, Luo Zu immediately took action.

We first went to Hutou Village, which was also in ruins, much like Yanquan.

When they arrived at Luoxiang, they were surprised to find that only a dozen or so houses had collapsed, and the main buildings were not damaged.

"Is this all thanks to our ancestors...? Wait, aren't we our ancestors?"

Although he had many questions in his mind, he ultimately attributed them to the protection of the Goddess Nuwa and Luo Xiang's own good fortune.

Because of this situation in Luoxiang, Luo Zu and others returned to Yanquan Village, led everyone back to Luoxiang, settled them down first, and then sent people to slowly rebuild Hutou Village and Yanquan Village.

They had plenty of time to do these things, but the population of Luoxiang suddenly surged, and there weren't enough houses to live in, so some of the clansmen had to live in caves.

And just as this crisis was averted, the "Peking Man," upholding their traditions, began procreation day and night...

If it weren't for Luo Zu's restraint, these guys would start doing it on a whim, even in the wild...

It's important to know that the hunting team wasn't just made up of men; there were also quite a few female members.

Luo Zu affirmed their attitude but turned a blind eye to their behavior, letting it slide.

Moreover, Luo Zu didn't have time to deal with them. He still had a lot to study, such as the blood and flesh fragments he had collected in the blood rain, and the fragments of that flying artifact.

However, this time, the flesh and bones contained no liveliness like that of Qiu Zhi; they were just like the remains of ordinary wild beasts.

Therefore, Luo Zu temporarily preserved it and sealed it within the world of the pot.

As for that fragment of the magical artifact that Luo Zu spent a great deal of effort to collect, that's something worth studying.

At that time, Luo Zu used a combination of 108 Taoist techniques to weaken its momentum, and then used the "World Within a Pot" technique to trap it inside, thus diminishing its terrifying impact.

The world within the gourd that Luo Zu used at that time was not the human world of today, but the "celestial realm".

The "Immortal Realm" was thrown into chaos by this fragment and almost collapsed. Fortunately, Luo Zu used his Taoist arts to prevent it from continuing to shine, otherwise Luo Zu's newly created "Immortal Realm" would have been destroyed.

Although the fragments are incomplete, with Luo Zu's current wisdom, he should be able to figure out at least seven or eight parts of them.

But once he got the hang of it, Luo Zu was completely lost.

Firstly, regarding the materials, although Luo Zu could determine that it was an alloy, he only recognized seven of its components and had only seen eighteen of them before. He was completely ignorant of the remaining twenty-one.

However, he possessed not only the wisdom of one person, but also the wisdom of countless living beings in this world.