Rebirth of the Great Desolate World from Human Emperor to Heavenly Emperor

I died on my 25th birthday. When he opened his eyes again, it was already a prehistoric time. I have no innate magical powers, no accompanying spiritual treasures, and I don't even have a name—I am just the first human race that Nuwa just created out of clay, the blood food at the bottom of the ancient food chain. The Dragon Clan occupies the four seas, the Phoenix Clan rules the sky, and the Qilin tramples the mountains. There are thousands of races, and the weak eat the strong. The human race is just an ant on this land. But I'm not afraid. Because what I bring is not a sword, but the fire of five thousand years of civilization. They use supernatural powers to deduce the secrets of heaven, and I use mathematics to deduce all things; they understand the laws of heaven, and I understand the order of human hearts; they pursue individual transcendence, and I believe in collective rise. When the immortals laughed at the human race for not understanding the way of heaven, I lit the first pile of flames, refined the first furnace of bronze, and sowed the first seed—every mortal skill was imprinted with the imprint of humanity in the prehistoric laws. They say that the ancient world is a chessboard for saints, and all races are chess pieces. But I want to teach everyone: chess pieces can also overturn the chessboard. This is the story of a human race going from being a blood-eater to becoming the Emperor of Heaven. It is also the journey of a civilization from dust to stars.