From a tribe deep in the forest, a group of people emerged along a crude path, carrying large vine-woven baskets on their backs, filled with wild fruit from the forest and all kinds of beast meat. As the scene shifted, they arrived at a tribe on the grasslands, where the people of the two tribes exchanged vast quantities of supplies with beaming smiles.
Suddenly, a pillar of smoke shot into the sky in the distance. A small tribe dozens of miles away had come under attack from a pack of fierce beasts.
The human ancestors who had been exchanging supplies immediately threw down what they were holding, seized their crude weapons, and raced toward the rising smoke. It was not only the people of this tribe—strong, able-bodied men in great numbers poured out from every tribe within two hundred miles, rushing at top speed toward the attacked tribe.
Clearly, these people were at least several times faster than those in the first scene. A journey of dozens of miles took them only two quarters of an hour. And when facing the beasts attacking the tribe, every one of them could rely on the strength of their flesh to fight the beasts evenly. With two or three joining forces, they could kill a fierce beast on the spot.
As more and more reinforcements arrived, the beast horde of nearly a thousand beasts was slaughtered to the last. The beasts' corpses became roasted meat over bonfires, and a terrifying disaster turned into a joyous communal feast.
Then scene after scene continued to change. Lin Qi saw these human ancestors gradually grow stronger. They built city walls, constructed sturdy houses, began using exquisite iron tools and other implements, gradually mastered methods of harnessing the forces of nature, and steadily expanded their strength.
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