The opening thunderbolt startled so of the little blacksmiths.
The two hundred newcors, having experienced very little, had just entered the ga and now appeared ashen-faced, as if they had stepped into a horror cinema.
White Flower was surprised: They were actually scared?
Really?
He had just seen them killing fish as if they had been doing it for hundreds of years, their hearts long since cold as the fish-killing knife.
Yet now they were afraid of so little stories.
White Flower then looked at another group of veteran blacksmiths; this group, however, was not afraid.
But what is that excitent about?!
And it was not an ordinary excitent, but rather an eager-to-try expression, full of a strong aura of sharing the honor.
Heads held high, exuding pride.
Why did each of them act like it was sothing significant to them personally?
Like hearing family rumors, they focused with intensity.
We aren’t even part of the Human Race, how does this relate to the Human Ancestor’s bloodline?
My friends, we’re all Sea Race, these stories are just for listening to.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
White Flower scratched his head, coughing twice:
"Actually, recently, ’Ancestral Human Biography’ has been quite popular, previously even the Sea Race considered it scandalous, but the appearance of ’Human God’ overturned much history."
"Because in this story, the scenes described also contain single words about ’Human God’."
In fact.
The appearance of ’Human God’ overturned the understanding of ancient history by all beings.
Just the hair, the Ancient Apes, fur flipping outward, all refreshed the worldview.
The history overturned by ’Human God’ triggered a huge chain effect, prompting a reexamination of many established histories.
For example, the ’Ancestral Human Biography’, previously deed folk tales and utterly unbelievable.
Among its words, it unexpectedly ntioned the historically real ’Human God,’ which people once thought a joke.
But the vocabulary of ’Human God,’ indirectly verified so authenticity, thus bringing this folk story back for reexamination.
White Flower cleared his throat, beginning the formal narration:
"’Sub-human Phobia,’ supposedly this dread, much like the Sun Moon, has ancient origins, deeply embedded in our bloodline, a terror from the marrow."
"Human fear of the Sun Moon resembles human fear of Sub-humans, extre fear of creatures similar to us."
"Because back then, the ancestors of the Human Race, the Human Ancestor, saw such terrifying things, the Pseudo-humans."
In an eerie tone with a conspiratorial undertone, he narrated a horror story amid the flickering campfire.
"Pseudo-humans might now be hiding among mixed-blood humans, unobtrusively replacing your parents, close friends, children..."
"Haven’t you ever noticed that sotis, your relatives and friends suddenly beco strange, with a marionette-like quality?"
"Clearly the sa eyes, the sa mouth, even sharing the sa mories, yet feeling very strange, really strange."
Needless to say, in the territories of many Sub-humans within the Sea Race, this horror story had a strong imrsion elent.
The campfire flickered, and so timid little blacksmiths were already panicking.
Pseudo-humans, hiding among us.
White Flower remarked:
In ancient tis, the Human God made humans, thus the Human Race was born.
In the beginning, humans had rough skin, large-spaced pores, living in primitive ignorance and backwardness.
The then Human Ancestor was still very weak, just a human from a small tribe, going out for gathering and hunting daily.
"This night was also a campfire night, with ancient tribal humans sitting around the barbecue."
White Flower sinisterly glanced around, "At this ti, a human suddenly walked in from outside, his face hidden in shadow, claiming to be from the neighboring Human Race tribe, asking if he could stay overnight."
At that ti, the intelligent Human Ancestor raised a torch, sensing this wasn’t a human, but so unknown entity, yet couldn’t pinpoint why.
It looked human, but the unsettling vibe was indescribable.
It had a stiff, peculiar aura.
The tribe, being simple and harmonious, quickly let that stranger rest within the tribe.
Several days passed without incident, and the Human Ancestor thought he was being paranoid, until one day.
His brother displayed the sa intense discordance, his facial expression rigid, giving off a foreign horror feel.
"Brother, hunting," the brother grinned foolishly.
The Human Ancestor’s luck-based mindset completely vanished, unable to believe his eyes.
He knew his brother was no longer his brother.
The mysterious stranger had replaced his brother with sothing.
The Human Ancestor could no longer hold back, regretting his lack of decisiveness.
At night, he picked up a stone spear, ambushing the mysterious outsider, saying: "Where have you hidden my brother?"
The person sneered, "My existence is unknown even to the Celestial Immortals, killing is futile."
"I found your flaw, your expression stiffness."
The Pseudo-human sneered, "Soon that won’t be a flaw, we’ll beco more advanced, completely hidden among humans."
"What are you?" the Human Ancestor asked.
"We are older and exist longer than the Human Race," the Pseudo-human laughed crazily, "Humans, are you afraid of us? We will be more nurous! We will forever exist among humans!"
This was humanity’s first discovery of such a fearso thing.
The Human Ancestor stabbed this Pseudo-human to death, only to find several more companions replaced in the tribe the next day.
He couldn’t bear to harm his partners’ faced creatures or his brother and fled madly from the tribe.
"It’s already here, mixed within us."
He ran crazily in the mud, the land all muddy and sandy.
"Who am I? Who are you? How do I know if this is the real now??"
"How can we et the real and discern the real ??"
Since then, humanity’s fear of Pseudo-humans has been passed down from their bloodline.
This is an ultimate fear predating even the Sun Moon.
Whoosh!~
Campfire flickered.
The entire scene fell silent.
White Flower wanted to continue, but ti no longer permitted.
Because this bonfire gathering had already gone on for a while, the fed and satisfied blacksmiths were about to log off.
A few little blacksmiths cursed quietly but had no choice but to log off, ready to listen to the follow-up details tomorrow.
...
...
Ning Zheng rubbed his chin, "Pseudo-humans, Human Ancestor? What is that?"
The Human Ancestor’s desperate, painful shout: How do I know if this mont is the real ?
Isn’t this sothing said only when the Three Flowers bloom?
When the flowers bloom, I see myself, I know who I am.
I thought it was related to opening the Immortal Sect; now, the blooming flowers trace back earliest to discerning Pseudo-humans?
He pondered a bit, deciding not to dwell.
"Anyway, I’ve taken over this city."
The Sea Race has fewer Communication Tokens.
Even the city’s high officials have just a few; the lower citizens even fewer.
Currently, the city’s inhabitants couldn’t communicate externally, as it was a closed city, but Ning Zheng knew the outside would eventually find out.
"Should I save up 1 million to break through the Two-Phase Realm, or help Ning Jiaojiao with a Half-Awakening?"
Ning Zheng contemplated.
[Ning Jiaojiao Half-Awakening: 500,000 Qi Fortune Value]
He glanced at it.
Dizzy’s Awakening, with a full value of 300,000, wasn’t too expensive for Ning Jiaojiao’s Awakening.
Logically, Ning Zheng was soone who could wait for discounts, maybe having a script designed by blacksmiths for Ning Jiaojiao...
But now that Ning Zheng was well-off, this was just a few days’ work, he was not interested in tinkering with it.
"Let Ning Jiaojiao Half-Awaken first, after all, this city still depends on her."
Ning Zheng decisively allocated Qi Fortune Value.
Boom!
Ning Jiaojiao’s expression suddenly jolted, a strange breath flowed, quickly entering Half-Awakening, her eyes beca much clearer.
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