At the foot of Burnt Mountain.
The young man pointed at the blackened mountain, his face filled with fervent excitement.
He spoke of his own ideas about fire, imagining how it could be used.
Though his thoughts were crude and immature.
Most of them were even mere fantasies.
They still shook Qingyuan to his core, like a massive boulder crashing into a lake and stirring up towering waves!!
He had traveled among the Human Race for three thousand years.
It was not as though he had done nothing.
He had secretly tried teaching some people to explore the uses of fire. He had even directly taught them Drilling Wood for Fire and the method of striking Flint to make fire, spreading them among several tribes.
And that was not all.
He had also taught them how to make clothes and build houses.
But what use had it been?
It was like a pebble falling into a vast, savage, ignorant river, stirring up a few small ripples that ultimately meant nothing!
No one cared!!
No one cared what use these methods could possibly have for the Human Race.
Some people, and even some tribes, directly hoarded these methods as precious treasures. They refused to pass them on, preferring to let them rot and be destroyed in their own hands rather than give them to others!!
And the vast majority did not understand their purpose either and paid them no mind.
Over time.
Qingyuan understood why.
The root of the problem was that civilization had yet to awaken among the Human Race on the East Sea Coast!
Countless people still possessed the thoughts and awareness of savages. Most only thought about filling their bellies today before worrying about tomorrow. So long as the tribe was safe, they merely took care of their