Crossing the Primordial World, Crisis Descends

When the Primordial World first opened, spiritual energy filled the air like a tangible substance, light and mist intertwining to form a world that was as dreamlike as it was fraught with peril. Hu Shu felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. By the time he finally managed to steady himself, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

Around him were a group of terrified humans, scantily clad, their eyes filled with fear and confusion. Hu Shu looked down at himself; he too wore coarse linen. Glancing up again, he saw strange lights flashing intermittently in the distant sky, accompanied by dull roars, as if some terrifying power was clashing. The Tribulation of Witches and Demons seemed to be drawing near, and the survival of the Human Race was facing an unprecedented crisis.

Hu Shu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Having weathered many storms in modern society since childhood, he had developed a resilient character. Though now in a desperate situation, he was unwilling to give up easily. He surveyed his surroundings. Below Shouyang Mountain, the human settlement was in chaos, the terrain rugged and overgrown with trees. In the distance, the lights from the battles between Witches and Demons flickered on the faces of the people, casting shifting shadows that only deepened their fear.

"Everyone, don't panic!" Hu Shu shouted, trying to steady their emotions. "Let's think of a solution together!" However, his voice seemed insignificant amidst the crowd's exclamations, almost instantly drowned out.

Hu Shu understood that the Human Race at this moment was like ants in a storm, liable to be wiped out at any moment. He began to look around, noticing that some humans were injured by falling branches, while others were weakened by hunger. The aftershocks from the distant battles between Witches and Demons were gradually spreading towards them.

Hu Shu tried to calm himself and understand the situation. He grabbed a slightly older human and asked urgently, "Elder, what is going on?" The old man replied with a trembling voice, "Child, this is the Tribulation of Witches and Demons. The Witches and Demons are fighting, and we humans are just a pitiful race struggling to survive in the cracks. Now, the flames of war are about to reach us, I fear... I fear none of us will survive!"

Hu Shu's heart sank. Although he had some understanding of the Primordial World's situation, being in the midst of it made him truly grasp the plight of the Human Race. He looked at the despairing faces around him, feeling a surge of confusion and helplessness. He was merely a transmigrator; what could he do to change all this?

However, the resilience ingrained in Hu Shu's very being prevented him from giving up. He began to move through the settlement, searching for ways to help the humans overcome the crisis. He found that most of the humans here had no concept of cultivation and were utterly defenseless against the conflict between Witches and Demons.

Hu Shu desperately recalled the knowledge of the Primordial World he possessed, searching for a glimmer of hope. He realized that to survive in this chaotic era, the Human Race needed to improve its strength quickly, but how could that be easy? With scarce resources and no cultivation methods, everything seemed like an insurmountable mountain.

Just then, Hu Shu saw a few children gathered around an injured rabbit, their eyes filled with longing. A thought struck him: perhaps he could start with these basic survival skills, teaching the humans how to find food and survive in this harsh environment.

He walked over and softly said to the children, "Children, let's think of a way to heal this rabbit, and then have it help us find more food, okay?" The children nodded, understanding dawning in their eyes.

Hu Shu began tending to the rabbit's wound, explaining simple bandaging techniques and methods for finding food to the surrounding humans as he worked. People gradually gathered around, a spark of hope igniting in their eyes.

Hu Shu knew this was just the beginning. There was a long and arduous road ahead to truly change the fate of the Human Race. But he had already secretly resolved that no matter how many difficulties lay ahead, he would lead the Human Race to find a sliver of hope in this Primordial World.

As time passed, the aftershocks of the Witch and Demon battles intensified. The surrounding trees began to sway violently, and some large rocks tumbled down the mountain. Hu Shu realized that danger was steadily approaching.

He quickly organized the humans to find shelter, but the settlement below Shouyang Mountain was too rudimentary, with no suitable hiding places. Seeing the panic on everyone's faces, Hu Shu felt an urgent anxiety.

At that moment, a chilling roar suddenly echoed from the distance. The sound seemed to pierce the soul, making everyone's limbs go weak. Everyone stopped what they were doing, staring blankly in the direction of the sound, their eyes filled with terror.

Hu Shu knew in his heart that a powerful being was likely approaching them. He clenched his fists, a sense of determination surging within him. "Don't be afraid, everyone! I will find a way to protect you all!" he shouted, trying to instill a bit of courage in them.

However, facing an unknown powerful entity, Hu Shu himself was not entirely confident. But he knew that he was the backbone of the Human Race right now, and he could not retreat no matter what.

The roaring grew closer, and the ground began to tremble violently, as if some colossal creature was rapidly approaching. Hu Shu stood before the crowd, his gaze fixed firmly ahead, ready to face the impending crisis.

Just as Hu Shu was at a loss for what to do, a chilling roar suddenly came from the distance, as if a powerful being was approaching them. Where would Hu Shu and the Human Race go?