Humanity had only just emerged, struggling to survive between the Wu and Yao races.
The immortals paid no heed, and the saints turned a blind eye. With their situation growing ever more perilous, Wu Hao transmigrated to the Primordial World and became one of the human race.
"Host sells a Yao imp, receiving ten Qi-Nurturing Pills, ten Bone-Enhancing Pills, and ten Comprehension Pills."
"Host sells a broken dragon vein, receiving the top-grade spirit treasure Golden Dragon Slash and one lecture from a Great Luo Golden Immortal."
"Host sells a fragment of the World-Destroying Black Lotus, receiving a World-Destroying Black Lotus seed."
Wu Hao discovered that he could sell anything in the Primordial World to the System in exchange for all kinds of pills, magical treasures, and even Primordial Purple Qi. From then on, he led the human race across the vast Primordial World.
"The human race must stand on its own! From this day forward, we will worship neither saints nor sages, but only Heaven and Earth!"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
The first day is called Dan, the second day is called Chang, the third day is called Jing, the ninth day is called Xu, the tenth day is called Morning, the sun is called Jian when the door is closed, the sun is not in, it is white, the sun is bent, it is called electricity, the sun is soft, it is called Ba, the sun from top to bottom is called You, the sun from bottom to top is called Jia, the sun is called Shen when it is worn, the day when it is not wearing is called Tian, the standing day is called Jiu, the Japanese is called Japanese, and the female is called Japanese. A day that is not a day for both men and women is called a public holiday, a day that is not a day for men and women is called a weekend, a day is called a sunset, a day that is said to be a day but is not called a holiday, a day that is not on the day is called a holiday as much as possible, a day that is changed is called a trading day, the current day is called today, the public day is called tomorrow, the day behind is called the day after tomorrow, the day after seven days is called Sunday, and the day after seven days is called birthday.
The first time it hurts, the second time it feels numb, the third time it goes in and the fourth time it goes out, it slips, the fifth time it goes in and the sixth time it comes out, it won't be pulled out, the seventh time it goes in and the sixth time it comes out, the eyes are closed seven times, the eighth time it's gritted teeth, the ninth time it goes in and the tenth time it comes out, the body is exhausted, a lotus flower turns on both sides, an eel is drilled in, the lotus clamps the eel's head, and a stream of clear water flows out.
Actually, I want to say, I think there is nothing wrong with Nuwa, right? Even if the protagonist is not grateful, there is no need to hate, right? Although Nuwa created the human race, she didn't care about it, but at least she created it. She is the Holy Mother of the human race. But after all, her own race is a demon race, not a human race. What qualifications do we have to hate Nuwa for creating the human race? Just like your parents, when you grow up and your parents don't care about you, do you have to hate your parents? A truth
Nowadays, the protagonists of many prehistoric novels always say that human beings should strive for self-improvement, and talk about useless human religions and so on. After reading so many novels about black Nuwa and black Sanqing, I have never seen a novel in which the protagonist still manages the human race after becoming a saint. They basically think about how to transcend themselves. Speaking of which, the protagonist himself is the same as those saints, *bite* a hair.
I was pissed off in the first chapter. You are ridiculous. Nuwa is from the demon race. Even if she created the human race, what obligation does she have to protect the human race? Moreover, refining the witch-slaying sword is the key to measuring the calamity and is inevitable.
Fei Lu Honghuang's novels are all about Hei Nuwa and are boring.
Look what this pig author wrote about the Virgin Mother of Humanity
Have you ever discovered that if you indulge yourself, you will become Fei Lu?
The author has a poor vision and cannot write the essence of the ancient world. The ancient world you write is equivalent to the world of immortals, and the saints are not even as good as loose immortals. Immortals pick up stars and the moon as if they are eating and drinking water, moving mountains and filling seas is a trivial skill that is not worth mentioning. They can cross tens of thousands of light years at every turn and destroy countless galaxies with a wave of their hands. This is what they call immortals. He is the immortal in the top world. Your fairy is a fake fairy.
First, the prehistoric Nuwa is not the mother of the human race, the human race is just her tool! That's all! Also, please don't insult the word mother! I think everyone has their own opinions on what a mother is. Second, Nuwa, I only love the mythical Nuwa, the two are different. To be honest, I didn't think too much about segmentation at first. However, it is obvious that the two only have the same name. You don't just look at people by their names.