As the Human Race continued to expand, its population grew ever larger.
With danger gone, the Human Race's survival rate rose steadily.
This caused its population to soar, and gradually, people discovered something startling.
They had less and less to eat.
Indeed, food was growing scarce, and the Human Race was heading straight into a genuine crisis.
Of course, that crisis had not truly arrived yet.
The Human Race was still basking in one victory after another!
Wang Shi traveled through one human tribe after another with Shennong.
Years had passed as they walked onward, step by step.
The child of those early days had grown into a man in his twenties.
That day, they were teaching a tribe the ways of cultivation.
They gathered seeds of various spirit herbs and medicines throughout the Primordial World, observed their growth, and recorded their growing patterns.
They carefully categorized and recorded when each should be sown every year, how long it took before harvesting, and what care it needed along the way.
They also noted the effects of various medicinal herbs, what medicines could be made from them, how to select herbs of the appropriate age, and how to control their quantities when preparing remedies.
They recorded everything clearly, one item at a time.
Shennong had once been terribly impatient. He yearned for immortal arts and spells, yet everything they did had nothing to do with those.
His immortal master had never even taught him a single advanced spell.
He knew only simple Spirit Arts and a few uses of the Wind and Rain Calling Art.
Still, despite his impatience, he restrained himself and continued learning from Wang Shi.
They were exceedingly patient, identifying everything they encountered and recording it in one volume after another.
Over twenty years, they had written enough