The three-legged round tripod is a million miles high.
A height that mortals cannot imagine and cannot climb in their lifetime.
It is more majestic than any other mountain in Puban, and it exudes an aura of ancient, ancient, majestic, and noble. It is like the most sacred human emperor who has awakened from the ancient times and returned to the world, looking at Puhan with the gentlest and most kind eyes. All the people in Han.
Such a huge cauldron stands firmly in Pusaka, but surprisingly does not block the sunlight.
The sun shines down as usual, warm and gentle, nourishing all things and transforming all living beings. The golden sunshine flows like running water on the surface of the simple and heavy three-legged round cauldron, coating this huge and magical cauldron with a golden light. Layers of magnificent gold rim.
The big tripod stands steadily in Pusang. Whether it is the human race directly below the big tripod, the human race next to the big tripod, or the human race on the edge of Pusang, thousands of miles away from the big tripod, everyone No matter which direction you are facing, even if your back is to the cauldron, you can see this cauldron at a glance.
He stands in Pusaka, but he stands in everyone's heart.
It was a huge cauldron that was unimaginably huge. Everyone, even the weakest mortals, could see all the details of the cauldron at a glance. From top to bottom, from inside to outside, even the densely packed inscriptions inside the cauldron...
When the cauldron fell just now, there was no inscription inside the cauldron.
But after the cauldron landed in Pusaka, bursts of green light flashed inside the cauldron, and countless ancient seal inscriptions with dragon heads and phoenix tails and fonts as agile as swimming fish appeared. More than 90% of the mortals in Pusaka are illiterate, let alone the ancient seal script that was only circulated among the top beings in the ancient times.
But the moment these inscriptions appeared, the mortals who saw the inscriptions on the cauldron directly understood the meaning of these inscriptions.
'Since the creation of the world by the saint Pangu, the saint's body has transformed into the dragon clan, the saint's soul has transformed into the phoenix clan, and the saint's blood has transformed into the human race... '
'Without strong scales, without sharp claws and teeth, the human race with weak bodies struggled to survive on the ancient land. They were hunted by beasts and birds during the day, and were attacked by poisonous snakes and poisonous insects at night. The ancestors of the human race took shelter between heaven and earth. Divine beasts and birds, working hard in the wild land... '
'The sages and great powers of the human race, the masters of heaven and earth, ask questions among all living beings, overcome thorns and thorns, and clear the road; they open up people's wisdom and gather people's hearts. The weak human tribes are like the gurgling news gathered into a river, like thousands of small rivers gathered into a river, and finally the hundreds of rivers return. ocean… '
The surface of the cauldron shone with light, and while the inscriptions inside the cauldron slowly emerged one after another, magnificent, magical, and magnificent scenes continued to appear since the creation of the world by Saint Pangu.
A huge ax split the sky and the earth. The clear air rose and the turbid air fell. The earth, water, fire and wind all took their places. Countless chaos demons came and were all killed by the big ax. The essence and blood of the demons fell into the boiling and raging earth, water, fire and wind. In the story, the power of a human body with a snake tail descended from the sky to create all things, and the ancient and chaotic world of Pangu suddenly became vibrant, magical and magnificent.
Countless human races simultaneously let out exclamations of exclamation. At this moment, the Wa Ling, who was hidden in the outside world and was rarely known to the human race, was officially known to hundreds of millions of races. Countless mortals finally knew that when the Pangu saint created the world, there was a Wa Ling with no power. It was the means of creation that protected the entire Pangu world.
Pangu fell, and the three tribes emerged. The dragon tribe roamed between the sky and the sea, the phoenix tribe lived on the sacred trees, and the human tribe struggled on the ancient land. Countless small human tribes took shelter under those powerful and powerful mythical beasts and birds, worshiping them as totems and driving them for generations.
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Picture after picture, scene after scene, the ancestors of the human race struggled to survive from the prehistoric era. Generations of sages strengthened manpower and opened up human intelligence, making the human race gradually stronger and stronger, and finally formed the human tribe alliance. Everything was performed on the big tripod in detail. Read it again.
Countless human beings who saw the picture on the big cauldron cheered together. They looked at the strange people on the picture but inexplicably understood their identities at a glance, and called out their names with great pride and joy.
The first human emperor, the Holy Emperor Fuxi, enlightened the people's wisdom and developed witchcraft, which was the source of the strength of the human race.
The Holy Emperor drilled wood to make fire and used it to drive away insects and beasts, kill ferocious birds, and open up new territories for the human race.
Tasted all kinds of herbs, Shen Nong Shenghuang can detoxify miasma, eliminate plagues, and make everyone in the tribe healthy.
He decisively killed the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan, fought against foreign races, killed evil ghosts, and made the human race stand tall.
How many sages and emperors have there been in the human race? The past stories of countless sages have been passed down from generation to generation through the mouths of the old people in the countryside. When their stories were played out on the tripod, countless people were running around the fields planting crops, countless people were running around in the mountains chasing wild animals, countless people were mining ores in mines, and countless people were burning bricks and tiles in cave dwellings...all the living beings. Mortals who had long been fed three meals a day and had long forgotten the stories passed down from their youth in the ordinary life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, they all laughed and called out the names of these sages.
It turns out that the human race is so amazing!
Of all the races in the ancient world, the human race was the weakest; even a mere insect could easily kill a mortal with poison.
However, among all the races in the ancient world, those who once traversed the three realms have long since withered; those who once were tyrannical and tyrannical have long since become extinct; those who once were extremely vicious have long since been defeated; those who once were unscrupulous have also been swept away into the garbage heap by time.
Only the human race is prosperous, only the human race stands proudly between heaven and earth. Gods cannot bully them, mountain ghosts cannot bully them, alien races cannot kill them, and evil spirits cannot invade them... No matter how the rain blows and the wind blows, no matter the winds and dangers, the human race is just like in the mountains and forests. The most flexible old mountain vine clings to the heavy earth and lives with great self-respect and pride.
Not as arrogant as the Dragon Clan, not as proud as the Phoenix Clan, not as dazzling as the sun, moon and stars, the human race just relied on the thick soil of the sky and lived a tenacious, strong, and indomitable life on this Pangu land.
"Awesome, my human race!"
The old man Youxiang stood up, waved his arms, and roared to the sky with tears streaming down his face.
"How magnificent, my ancestor of the human race!"
Many young men pulled out their weapons and tools and waved them vigorously towards the sky.
"Yeah, yeah..."
Countless young children didn't know what to say. They just felt hot all over, especially in their hearts. An inexplicable impulse made them roar toward the sky and toward the cauldron.
There was a low roar inside the cauldron, and the sun, moon, and stars simultaneously emitted immeasurable divine light to shine on the cauldron. The underground spiritual veins rolled violently, and the earth veins continued to wind up and connected into the cauldron.
On the big cauldron, there are the sun, moon and stars circling and dancing, and there are mountains, rivers and mountains running around like flying.
An extremely majestic and powerful force surged out from the cauldron and rolled in all directions. The souls of countless killed gryphons screamed and were sucked into the cauldron.
The phantom of a monster with a griffin's head and a lion's body on the cauldron gradually became clearer. He was flying rapidly on the surface of the cauldron in great panic, but he could not escape.
Around Pusaka, countless griffin monsters glanced at the cauldron from a distance, so they fell one after another, and all the monster souls flew into the cauldron and were suppressed forever.
(End of chapter)