The Otherhuman Race set up camp in the territory of the Eagle-Winged Dragon.
The tribespeople never expected that not only would they escape death, but the Eagle-Winged Dragon would also become their clan's guardian beast.
The gloom that had been hanging over everyone's hearts was swept away, and everyone looked forward to a new life in the future.
Lan has a high talent for martial arts and quickly mastered the Fire Movement Technique.
Instead of keeping it to himself, he began to pass on what he had learned to the entire tribe.
Lan thus simultaneously assumed the roles of both shaman and chieftain of the Otherhuman Race.
As time went on, the Otherhuman Race absorbed several other tribes in the forest and grew stronger.
At the same time, the number of martial artists is also increasing exponentially.
The people with extraordinary abilities all have a good foundation, especially the Size Transformation, which is almost a racial talent.
Of ten people, six or seven can transform.
Those who awaken the power of Divine Vein are extremely rare.
Currently, besides Lan, only one other young man who recently joined the tribe has awakened.
The Eagle-Winged Dragon, on the other hand, is a complete shut-in.
This guy would rather lie down than sit, and he rarely leaves his territory.
Those who don't know better would really think it's a dutiful guardian beast of the clan.
The Eagle-Winged Dragon rarely appeared in public, and its people held it in great awe.
This pleased the Eagle-Winged Dragon quite a bit; it thoroughly enjoyed the reverent looks people gave it.
During its time at home, the Eagle-Winged Dragon continuously refined the drop of Bai Bai essence blood.
The feathers around its neck gradually turned white, showing obvious signs of atavism.
Qin Ze, high in the sky, witnessed the changes in the Otherhuman Tribe.
The development of civilization is now on the right track; let time take its course.
Bai Bai squatted on Qin Ze's shoulder, yawning boredly.
"I've given you the blood, when are we leaving?"
Qin Ze said, "Wait."
He wanted to get out, but so far there was no way to connect this world to the outside.
Perhaps this world is not yet fully mature. Only when it is fully mature can a spatial gate connecting to the Abyss or to Chaos be born.
"We have to wait?!"
Bai Bai is really about to reach her limit.
Qin Ze patted its head. "Don't worry, when that time comes, I'll make sure you leave with your head held high."
"Furthermore, I will handle your Soul Orb properly."
Bai Bai shivered for nothing.
It turns out this guy not only coveted its body, but also its Soul Orb.
Some of the clones outside are already giving up.
Upon entering, they didn't care about anything else and frantically devoured the stars.
The Chaos Matter had accumulated too much in their bodies, causing them to run out of time.
"Brothers, I really can't breathe this time."
"This isn't fun, it's not fun at all, I want to go home!"
"Seriously, I'm fed up! I'd even rather blow up an enemy unit!"
"Those damned Ancient Race, they only care about digging holes and not burying them, huh? I'm going to dig up their ancestral graves when I get out!"
"..."
Qin Ze said he couldn't help with this.
We can only provide all assistance other than direct help.
The Otherhuman Tribe erected a statue.
A man with an aura of glory, holding a bald eagle with outstretched wings on his arm.
Lan stood before the statue, presiding over the first grand sacrificial ceremony of the Otherhuman Race.
"We do not know God's name or appearance, but this does not prevent us from being loyal to God."
"It is God who guides us forward through this dark forest; it is God who has granted the Otherhuman Race a second life..."
The tribe has grown to nearly a thousand people.
The clansmen listened solemnly to Lan's speech.
Even the Eagle-Winged Dragon stood upright at the back of the crowd.
Lan looked around at everyone. "No matter when, no matter where you are, never forget that you are a member of the Otherhuman Race, a child of God, and never forget your loyalty to God."
The crowd shouted in unison, "Loyalty!"
Lan nodded slightly and said loudly, "Kneel!"
Everyone, including the Eagle-Winged Dragon, knelt on the ground.
Streams of light, visible only to Qin Ze, flew out from the group and the Eagle-Winged Dragon, converging into the statue.
Fire of Faith ignited beneath Qin Ze's feet; though the flame was weak, it was bright and dazzling.
"My support was worthwhile."
Qin Ze hadn't expected such an unexpected gain.
In that sense, this world could also be considered his Land of Faith.
Miss Sword Case Box said, " The Fire of Faith, though still weak, has the potential to burn into a raging inferno."
Qin Ze asked curiously, "You can tell that?"
Miss Sword Case explained, "Because this is a newly born world, offering help in times of need will make them even more devout to God."
Qin Ze suddenly realized.
No wonder the Sea of Glaze, the Molten Steel, and the Power of Faith of the Illusion Race are so scarce.
Most people are like Thousand Faces, only outwardly loyal.
After all, loyalty is something that cannot be forced.
As time went by, the Otherhuman Tribe had developed into the Mutant Empire.
Having lived for nearly two hundred years, Lan was nearing the end of his life, lying on his bed on the verge of death, while the room was filled with the empire's high-ranking officials and powerful figures kneeling in the room.
Lan held the new emperor's hand by the bedside and whispered, "In my life, I never managed to break through to become Advanced Martial Artist. The future of the Otherhuman Race rests entirely on your shoulders."
"You stand on the shoulders of giants, with a higher starting point, and you will go even further in the future..."
cracking--
A mournful cry echoed from the sky, belonging to Eagle-Winged Dragon.
After two hundred years of living together, the human and the beast finally became true partners.
Upon hearing this, Lan's lips curled into a smile, "Old friend, I have to disembark. The shaman and the chieftain are waiting for me. The Otherhuman Race still need your protection..."
The Eagle-Winged Dragon circling in the sky let out another cry, as if in response.
Lan released the new emperor's hand, her breath growing weaker. "If only I could see the god one more time, I wonder if He is satisfied with my work..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lan's gaze suddenly pierced through the ceiling.
He saw the Eagle-Winged Dragon circling in the sky, the azure sky, and the large, fluffy clouds.
Above the clouds, a familiar halo and blurry human silhouettes came into view.
Lan's eyes widened in surprise. He wanted to speak, but he had no strength left.
At that moment, he heard that voice from the heavens above.
"Lan, you did a great job. You can rest now."
Lan smiled, and with all her might, whispered the last two words.
"Loyalty..."
The year 167 of the Extraordinary People's Calendar.
Lan, the founding emperor of the Mutant Empire, the strongest warrior in the history of the Otherhuman Race, the great shaman of the Otherhuman Race, the founder of the Martial Dao Academy, and the unifier of the world, has passed away at the age of 197.
The old faces are gone, but the stories of the new continue to unfold.
Qin Ze stroked his non-existent beard and said, "According to the timeline in this world, wouldn't I be over a hundred million years old now?"
Miss Sword Case said, "Friendly reminder: the one hundred million years mentioned was sped up. In reality, you've only been here for three hundred years, less than two months in the Abyss."
Nevertheless, having witnessed the world change firsthand, Qin Ze still feels a profound sense of the vicissitudes of life.
boom--
Suddenly, layers of colorful ripples appeared in the sky near Qin Ze.
His eyes lit up; something had come in from outside.