Time flew like a crow chasing the sun, a hare racing the moon:
Another million years passed.
The tribes' condition changed somewhat:
Many tribes began to farm.
And at this time, Chu Qing discovered that the soil content of the land had increased.
More tribes became willing to cultivate the land.
"Yes, there is a pattern to all this!"
"Why should I force them?"
"When the time comes, they will naturally do what they are meant to do."
Thinking this, he smiled.
During this same million years, the tribes began to expand in scale because of the emergence of farmland.
Yet at the same time, as tribal populations expanded, the tribes that later split off became larger as well.
The separated tribes had to travel farther away to survive.
One million years...
Five million years...
Ten million years...
The tribes still existed, without much change.
This reminded Chu Qing of the days when he had crossed time and space to meet Liuli.
Back then, he had clearly sensed that Liuli had lived through endless years, yet the tribe to which he had taught Mantis Fist had not changed much.
Ten million years passed. Mountains became plains, and ravines became oceans.
Everything was changing. Even the headquarters where he stayed had moved many times.
Yet every relocation, for one reason or another, remained not far from the cave where Chu Qing had been born.
Over those ten million years, that cave had once turned into an ocean and had once become a desert.
But in the end, as oceans turned into mulberry fields and mulberry fields into oceans, it became an ocean again.
Inside was a burning Fire Pit, along with many murals recording an immense amount of information.
That information seemed to possess a strange power, protecting the cave from