The man had yellowish-brown skin, was nearly 2.5 meters tall, and had long limbs.
Compared to Human Race, his cheekbones were higher.
He used a gourd to catch the black water flowing down from the broken tree while cautiously looking around.
Once the gourd was full, the man immediately disappeared into the dense forest.
Qin Ze said, "You already have advanced intelligent life so quickly, not bad, not bad."
Miss Sword Case said, "Time has passed here for hundreds of millions of years."
Qin Ze was so engrossed in watching the "movie" that he completely forgot about the time.
With the help of the Source of the World, the world underwent an accelerated evolution that spanned hundreds of millions of years.
But for those who were just observing the map, only a year had passed.
The Captain, who was in the Sea of Glaze, had only been there for less than a month.
The Captain said, "The outside is in complete chaos. The Black Market is swarming with representatives from various worlds, all demanding explanations from the Ancient Race."
"However, the Black Market is now completely closed, and the Ancient Race have become cowards, ignoring all outside noise."
Those who come to the Black Market to participate in the grand competition are all geniuses from various worlds. Now that these geniuses have been out of contact for so long, everyone is very anxious.
However, the Ancient Race was destined not to give them any explanation, because in Ancient Race eyes, these so-called prodigies were nothing more than mediums and tools for them to extract Chaos Matter.
Qin Ze asked, "Has any new Strange God revived?"
The Captain replied, "Not yet. Even the newly appeared eggs in the sky are the same; there's nothing new."
The clone that entered the Northern Heaven Gate with Qin Ze has gained nothing so far.
After such a long time, they not only failed to get away from the map, but they didn't even encounter a single person who was still breathing.
The Brother Devour said, "Either this place is really huge, or we've been transported to different spaces and dimensions, and we'll probably never meet again in this lifetime."
Qin Ze preferred the latter.
With the skill level of these Heavenly King, navigating the map is a piece of cake for them.
The fact that even they couldn't escape the diagram suggests that there's something somewhat wrong with the Space Rule here.
Qin Ze said, " The Ancient Race will find a way to let us out."
At this moment, Qin Ze missed the Oracle of Light immensely.
If there is light, he can always anchor himself at the location of the Northern Heaven Gate.
The clones and the Heavenly King no longer need to wander around aimlessly like headless flies.
As for the Fate Oracle... it's better that it's dead.
Qin Ze continued watching the movie that hadn't finished playing.
His gaze followed the man to a primitive tribe located in the forest.
This tribe has a total of about fifty people.
Women, the elderly, and children made up a small portion of the group.
Some dried meat was drying in the open space.
Women and the elderly were weaving vines, while children squatted on the ground scribbling and drawing with small sticks, speaking in hushed tones.
An extremely heavy atmosphere permeated the air above the entire tribe.
"Witch, I've found the sap of the Ghost-Faced Tree!"
The man, carrying a gourd in both hands, hurriedly entered a dilapidated thatched hut.
"Lan, you did a great job."
The man was greeted by a gaunt old man.
He held a cane made of animal bone in his hand and wore a necklace woven from animal teeth around his neck.
His whole body resembled a piece of withered tree bark, with each rib clearly visible.
A man lay dying on the wooden bed inside.
His eyes were closed and his whole body was black; he was clearly nearing the end of his life.
The old man took the gourd, placed it near the man's mouth on the bed, and poured all the black sap inside into him.
After a moment, the man's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and the black of his clothes also dimmed considerably.
Standing behind, Lan asked cautiously, "Witch, will the chieftain be alright?"
The shaman nodded. "It will be alright."
Lan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and left the cabin.
Not long after, he left the territory with three strong men, seemingly heading into the forest to hunt.
Qin Ze said, "Their clan leader has been poisoned."
His Dharma King: "You intend to help him detoxify?"
Qin Ze said calmly, "The poison has been neutralized."
The black sap is the antidote.
This forest is indeed fraught with hidden dangers.
The plant called the Ghost-Faced Tree can change its shape and form at will, thus transforming itself into any kind of harmless tree.
When its prey gets close, it immediately bares its fangs and tears out its bones.
In addition, there are alluring carnivorous flowers, the Sensitive Saber-Toothed Grass, the morning glory that sprays strong acid, and the trumpet flower that can make a baby cry...
Even Qin Ze felt that something was off about the art style of this world.
The Mist Lord said irritably, " Soul Orb again, and the blood of Demigod Level beasts? It's impossible for the art style to match. Satan would give you a thumbs up."
"Right now, the most normal people in the whole world seem to be those from that primitive tribe."
Lan has already led her people to the forest hunting grounds.
They quickly set their sights on a cow that was grazing.
The bull was five meters tall and nearly ten meters long, with two heads and a hump-like thing on its back.
Qin Ze was very curious; Lan and the others didn't even have a single usable weapon, so how were they planning to hunt down this big guy?
"Do it!"
Lan gave the order.
Three burly men jumped out of the bushes.
"Roar--"
With a roar, the three men's physiques underwent a dramatic change.
Two of them rapidly expanded, transforming into humanoid behemoths over five meters tall, covered in long black hair.
Another person planted his feet in the soil, spread his arms, and transformed into a towering tree.
Moo~
Upon realizing the danger, Niuniu immediately prepared to run away, but the two giant beasts had already blocked its escape route.
Click click click--
The ground beneath the Niuniu cracked open, and vertical vines extended from the cracks, tightly binding the Niuniu's body and four legs.
The two giant beasts, one in front and one behind, held Niuniu down tightly.
Just then, the hump behind Niuniu suddenly burst open, and a gush of green, highly acidic liquid gushed out.
One of them couldn't dodge in time; his shoulder was only slightly wet, but it immediately tore open, revealing his white bones.
Upon seeing this, Niuniu immediately began to charge wildly, instantly shattering the vines.
Ignoring the pain in their bodies, the two giant beasts charged forward again, enduring the strong acid sprayed from the Niuniu.
The vines broke through again, slowing down as they were bound.
"Hurry up, now!"
One person grabbed a Bull Head and shouted at the mist.
Splash--
Lan leaped high into the air, bursting out of the bushes, and transformed into a disheveled, seven- or eight-meter-tall little giant in the sky.
His arms appeared metallic, like two gleaming steel blades.
With a "whoosh," before Niuniu could even let out a scream, both of its Bull Head were completely severed off, and its massive body crashed to the ground.
After a long silence, the Mist Lord finally spoke, "I take back what I just said."
"There is no normal person in this world, especially these people; they are the true incarnations of Satan."