People Are in the Prehistoric Times, and the Beginning Is Just in the Long Han Catastrophe

When the system airdropped me into the wilderness, the First Tribulation of Longhan had just begun. It repeatedly warned: The host cannot even defeat ants, and the dragon can spray you to death with a mouthful of phlegm. I was completely given up, so I fled to the coast of the East China Sea, built a simple bamboo house, and only dared to fish and dig vegetables every day to survive. It wasn't until the ancestor of the red dragon that dominated the East China Sea snuck into my fish basket that I discovered that it had been hit by the "stones" I threw casually, leaving only a trace of its soul left. At that time, dragons, phoenixes and unicorns were killing each other, and I looked down at the beautiful pebbles I had just picked up, and began to think about whether my dinner should be steamed or braised.