His words gave me a slight shock. He was telling me that ancient humans like them were actually better suited to survive in their environment than we were.
"By the way, I want to ask—were all those mythological stories true?"
"That's right. Most of them were true, though some were exaggerated after being deified by you people. But they all had real origins. Take Kuafu Chasing the Sun, for example. It wasn't what you think. Chasing the sun? Had he lost his mind? He wasn't blindly pursuing the sun. He wanted to use that method to calculate the sun's orbital path and its effects on Earth."
I froze for a moment. I hadn't expected Kuafu to be a scholar, conducting such advanced scientific research.
"But couldn't he have thought of another way? Did he have to rely on brute force like that?"
I felt that he could have found a better method, perhaps even made use of some specialized research tools.
Gonggong said, "What if I told you it was a whim? That was simply the kind of person he was. He did things as he pleased. He was a man of temperament—once an idea occurred to him, he did it, without much planning."
After saying that, he looked up at me. "I'm only trying to make one point: our physical constitution is far stronger than yours, and we can adapt to our surroundings to the greatest extent possible—and very quickly, too. Dryness, humidity, heat, and bitter cold are nothing much to us. We can adapt to all of them. Even fifty-degree heat or temperatures twenty degrees below zero cannot directly threaten our lives. Also, look at our skin."
He stripped off his clothes.
I saw that his skin had a hard, tough texture. He said, "Try using your knife