Two thunderbolts shattered my soul, and I woke up living in the African desert, taking over an endangered tribe with only thirty-six old and weak people left.
The fermented and stinky cassava paste was eaten every day, and desert bandits and wild beasts attacked in turn. Everyone lived in hunger and fear.
After the lightning strike, my soul turned into the hub of the heavens, and countless clones were scattered across the world. The gray mist bonfire could exchange power every week:
The Warhammer Orc clone is gifted with brute strength and the unique "power of thinking". He can heal serious injuries and defeat tough bandits with his bare hands using only faith;
Chang Sun of the Tang Dynasty taught ancient medicine and construction techniques, cultivated bitter leaf chrysanthemum, and opened up domestic pharmaceutical cooperation with anti-malarial medicinal materials;
Wasteland AI builds a resource management model, strangely swallows the rules of the world, and Journey to the West Xuanxiao takes charge of the avenues of the heavens.
Hunting giant wild boars and pythons following the smell of blood, the tribe finally had enough to eat; they forged iron tools and cultivated medicinal fields, and small surrounding tribes actively joined and formed the Oasis Alliance.
The Throne of Gray Fog continues to sublimate with the faith of all living beings, and Wakanda turns into a secret realm that the outside world can never find.
When foreign forces try to covet this land, thousands of clones appear around the campfire.
A desert chief will eventually use the power of the heavens to create a conceptual heaven that spans multiple dimensions!
