Chu Mo sat quietly cross-legged, recalling what he had seen and heard.
The Primordial Beginning era was indeed barren. Spirit materials were scarce, and Dharmic Treasures, pills, and the like were rarer still, with most in the hands of Dragonkind. As for Human Race cultivators, even those in the sixth realm had few decent Dharmic Treasures.
The Human Race's circumstances were especially dire in this era. Hated by Dragonkind, they survived in the cracks between the Hundred Clans. They did not even have a place to set foot, spending their days drifting across the Hung Abyss Sea.
Not only did they have to guard against the sea's invasive Dao resonance, they also had to beware of pursuit by the other clans. Ordinary mortals had virtually no chance of survival, and even cultivators had to wrest life from the jaws of death.
Fortunately, Tai Zhen had developed the method of Receiving the Register, allowing Spirit Transformation Dao Lords to establish true realms within the sea. Only then did the Human Race gain somewhere to live.
"The Primordial Beginning really was just as the historical records described. The Human Race was weak, struggling to survive in the cracks between the Hundred Clans. But the reason they had to struggle... why was that different from the records?"
Chu Mo clenched his back teeth.
Fuli's later records had not recorded the source of the Human Race's plight during the Primordial Beginning. It was as though the Hundred Clans had disliked the Human Race from the very beginning, treating humans as blood food.
Yet according to the intelligence his other-self aspect had gathered, that was not what had happened.
In the beginning, the Human Race had also been one of the Hundred Clans, all beneath Dragonkind. The various races had gotten along remarkably well.
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