Looking at these Human Race who had suffered so much, Zhou Qing made a decision.
He found several pieces of dry, dead wood and a hard wooden awl, and recalling his memories from his past life, he began to try.
The first time, I used the wrong force, and the awl slipped.
The second time, the speed wasn't fast enough, and only a small black mark was left.
The third time...
He rubbed the wooden awl together rapidly with both hands, aimed it at a small indentation he had previously dug in the deadwood below, and exerted all his strength.
Squeak--Squeak--
The harsh scraping sound rang out in the quiet evening, attracting the attention of many tribesmen.
They watched curiously as the clan chief struggled with the wood, not understanding what he was doing.
Time passed little by little.
In the hollow of the deadwood that served as the drill bit, only a small clump of charred wood chips had gathered, with a faint, almost imperceptible smell of burning, but not a single spark was visible.
"Could it be... that won't work?" Zhou Qing felt a little anxious.
Just then, a mountain breeze blew by, bringing an even deeper chill.
Several young children couldn't help but sneeze and huddled tightly in their mother's arms.
In the distance, a long and ferocious wolf howl faintly drifted over, sending chills down one's spine.
"No, I must succeed!"
Zhou Qing's eyes sharpened, and he cast aside all other thoughts.
He took a deep breath, gripped the wooden awl tightly again, aimed it at the dent, and began to rub it frantically with an almost obsessive rhythm!
Faster! More stable! Greater pressure!
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
Sawdust flew everywhere, and the smell of burning grew stronger.
In the center of the crater, the accumulated wood chips grew darker and darker, gradually turning from charred black to a dark red!
Little by little...
A tiny, almost invisible, dark red spark finally burst forth from the clump of hot wood shavings.
It landed on the extremely dry and fluffy tinder that had been prepared beforehand.
The dark red light flickered hesitantly on the tinder, then seemed to come alive.
A tiny, yet incredibly clear, pale yellow flame rose tremblingly from the tinder!
"It's done! It's done!"
Zhou Qing was overjoyed and carefully picked up the burning tinder, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.
He quickly placed it into the stone pit that had been prepared beforehand, which was piled with small pieces of dry firewood, and gently blew on it.
call--
The flames, fueled by more firewood, licked the dry wood merrily, growing rapidly into a warm and stable campfire!
The orange-red flames flickered, dispelling the surrounding darkness and bringing a long-lost warmth.
"Fire! It's fire!"
"The clan leader created fire without using Innate Spiritual Qi!"
"It's so warm! And it's bright now!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the surrounding crowd erupted in thunderous cheers!
The firelight illuminated their dirty yet hopeful faces.
Throughout history, the Human Race has relied on its ancestors to survive in the Prehistoric World.
Fire was created by the Innate Human Race using spiritual energy.
But now, Zhou Qing is telling them that even without spiritual energy, they can create fire with their own hands.
Although this fire is ordinary, its significance to the Human Race is by no means ordinary.
"From this day forward, all of my Human Race shall keep fire burning at all times and pass it down from generation to generation!"
Zhou Qing stood by the campfire, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, yet it reached the ears of every member of the tribe clearly.
"This method of making fire is called -- Drilling Wood for Fire!"
" Our Human Ancestor!"
" Human Ancestor, for bestowing fire!"
The crowd knelt down, shouting from the bottom of their hearts.
They didn't understand any grand principles, but they genuinely felt that this fire would change their lives and bring them hope for survival.
Almost at the same time Zhou Qing finished speaking.
The Shouyang Mountain was suddenly filled with swirling clouds and wind!
Auspicious clouds gather, and rosy clouds appear!
A vast and boundless aura of profound merit descended from the depths of the void!
About 40% of it was poured directly into Zhou Qing's head!
Zhou Qing felt a jolt, then felt an overwhelming warmth.
The remaining sixty percent of virtue did not dissipate.
Three parts transformed into a gentle rain, sprinkling down upon Human Race.
Whether they were Innate Human Race or later beings, they all felt a surge of energy, all their ailments vanished, their physical constitution subtly strengthened, and their sensitivity to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became clearer.
The remaining 30% will be divided in two.
One and a half percent of it was incorporated into that initial campfire.
The flames rose slightly, their color becoming purer and warmer.
It seemed to possess a touch of spirituality, impervious to strong winds and impervious to rain.
The last 15% fell into the hands of Zhou Qing's simple Drilling Wood for Fire tool.
It was covered with a faint golden light of merit, becoming a special object of merit.
" Heavenly Dao merit! It is Heavenly Dao merit!"
" The Human Ancestor created fire, and it was actually recognized by the Heavenly Dao, which bestowed merit upon him!"
The few Innate Human Race were fortunate enough to witness Nuwa Creates Humans were so excited that they were speechless.
Although the others did not know exactly what "merit" meant, they knew it was an auspicious sign from heaven, and they revered Zhou Qing as a deity.
"From this day forward, the Human Ancestor shall be called ' Emperor Sui '! The ancestor who brought light and warmth to our Human Race!"
An elderly man shouted excitedly.
" Emperor Sui!"
" Emperor Sui!"
Cheers once again resounded throughout Shouyang Mountain.
From this moment on, Zhou Qing should perhaps be called " Emperor Sui ".
Feeling the surging power of merit within his body, and the warmth emanating from that cluster of mortal fire.
He looked at his cheering people, at this nascent homeland, his eyes filled with confidence.
Not far away, Youchao led his people to successfully build the first batch of simple thatched huts.
Ziyi also led people to cleverly weave the first simple yet practical garment using tree bark and vines.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Returning with his people who had completed their mission, he was filled with excitement upon seeing the flickering campfire and the revitalized Human Race.
Zhou Qing looked at them and nodded emphatically.
"From this day forward, we are all Sui Ren Clan!"
"From this day forward, this place will be the root of my Sui Ren Tribe!"
Countless Human Race shouted in unison.
Zhou Qing looked at each of the Human Race with a gentle gaze.
Looking at the mortal fire he had personally lit, he was filled with many thoughts.
The Human Race at present is definitely the weakest race in the Prehistoric World.
But Zhou Qing remembered one sentence.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.