Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Beneath the surface, something seemed to be swimming, the teams began to descend, dive, and those closest to the surface, opening their powerful jaws, would swallow in the imports of fish moving near the surface.

Soon, there was no need to rush into the sea, where there were a large number of fish flocks, many of them leaping out of the water, and the scales reflected a brilliant silver light.

It was a feast for this team.

Originally appeared to be an elongated team, this moment unfolded flat, each one is excitedly preying, the bigger size even counts as a wolf swallowing, like a slow step can not eat, a bite is a lot of fish. Only a few of the ones at the end of the opposition team could be divided, but they were also very fast, and the fish were divided as soon as they jumped, leaving only some fish bone debris in the water.

Soon, the teams close to the water began to pull up again, and the fish on the water were more active and more numerous, but the teams were already flying high and away from the sea.

Wow...

Shao Xuan was particularly familiar with a huge, roundabout figure that leapt out of the sea, spinning out water flowers that reflected the dazzling rays of the sun. The lines of bone scales on their bodies were extraordinarily striking.

One of the same dragon-like figures jumped out of the sea and into the water, and the small fish that jumped out of the water probably caught up with it.

In the air, once again forming a team of dragons continued to fly, and in the water, the skeleton fish swam along the same route.

Look at the little shadows at the end of the team, and look at the fish swimming in the water.

Shao Xuan suddenly remembered a scene he had seen in the tribe. The little wing dragon stood in a rhythm on the tree and shouted. Soon, in the artificially drilled river course, the fish sent by the mountain people who lived in the sea, only at certain times each year, would return to the river and flourish, appearing on the surface of the water.

Think about the situation, and look at the scene.

Migratory flying beasts, migratory marine fish, they have known each other for a long time.

Shao Xuan, like a bystander, followed those long-distance herds of beasts and looked at this frightening and magnificent world.

Everything seems to run slowly with fixed rules of survival.

Millions of years as a day.

Until one day, a white light broke through the clear sky and hit the earth.

The blazing white flames scattered, and the trees, fish, birds and animals they touched, all burned.

The once-in-a-lifetime reigning kings, huge size, sharp claws, sharp teeth, can no longer help them, can only scream in despair and roll painfully on the ground.

White flames invade the world.

Shao Xuan watched the animals, big and small, run towards places they thought the safest flames could not reach. Many of them were stopped by white flames along the way and burned on the way.

Human beings who are already living in slits are also inevitable. Those who hide in the cave are still unable to escape the white flames completely.

Those white flames, like chasing all living beings, wash everything.

There are also flames that fall into the ocean, keeping it burning and falling deep into the ocean. But there are far fewer flames falling in the sea than on the ground, so many animals living in rivers and lakes have avoided this catastrophe.

The flying beasts in the reign of the sky are equally inevitable, and the giant masters of the sky with their spine crowns, led by the largest ones, fly in one direction. Some of the teams can't stand falls and turn to ashes, while others continue to fly hard with burning bodies.

Shao Xuan watched them fly to a piece of land, into a mountain forest, landing somewhere, small mountain-like bodies, one stacked at a time, piled up, piled up into a mountain, such as a collective cemetery.

Still seems to have known each other.

The world has been encroached upon by white flames, and those white flames can be seen everywhere, and the former opportunities for prosperity are no longer there.

And the herd of beasts who thought they'd arrived in a “safe place" escaped the flames, but could not escape another scourge. That place without white flames, instantly frozen, all the creatures that had backed away, could no longer escape, could no longer scream.

I don't know how long it's been since the world changed. The white flame is gone and seems to dissipate in the air.

Some trees, as if they were mutated, became another pair, and one animal only appeared, and changed dramatically. Climbed out of the water, drilled out of the ground, came out of the woods, and so on, it's not what it used to be.

In the mountains, on the other end of the high mountain range, there was no top mountain, and a shadow broke through the ice and snow and ascended into the air. Without the membrane wings, thick feathers cover the whole body, and the body size has changed dramatically, the only thing that remains unchanged is flying, spreading wings, bright sounds breaking the silence of the mountains, and the male figure seems to have to fight the sky again!

However, after all, a small number of people flew out after the fire, and more were buried in that pile of mountains.

Shao Xuan matched the situation in front of him with the place he remembered.

This is where mountain eagles originate and where mountain eagles believe.

Death and life, it seems, are but moments away. Suffered from this scourge, when he rose again, he became a different figure and was reborn.

Shao Xuan's gaze spanned a long distance and stayed on a mountain that looked very ordinary.

In front, is a cave with artificial signs of decoration. That's where humans live.

At night, the cave was used to shield the protected stone, but it was not moved and the cave was not blocked.

In the darkness of the mountains and forests, the murders are revealed.

The reborn Night Beasts once again focused their eyes on the weak individuals, followed the scent, came to this hole, surrounded it, and quickly narrowed it. Stronger individuals push away other competitors, first step closer, and want to go in and hunt for their prey.

However, the beast approaching the hole, like suddenly smelling something bad, wandered around and delayed into the hole.

A little blurry white light appeared in the hole, becoming clear and bright as it gradually approached the hole.

And as this white light approached the hole, the animals out there seemed to see something terrible, backwards, with deep consternation in their eyes.

A bruised, rough hand trembling with a cane that pulled down to block the small halfway hole.

One person walks out, only surrounds himself with a shabby piece of furry animal skin, stands in the hole, looks at the beast outside, and finally, seems to exhaust all his courage to step out of the hole.

On his other hand, there was a white flame, the white flame, which allowed the bloodthirsty nightwalkers, like natural enemies, to scream and scream in horror, turning their heads into the woods.

Shao Xuan stood outside the hole and watched the man walk out step by step.

From the beginning, he tried to push the small steps out, and went one step after the other to get bigger. The way the beasts looked scared made him take more firm steps. As the beasts howled and the Kung Wang fled into the woods, his shrunk back was slowly straight. Holding the spark, step by step, away from that black painted cave, to a wider place, as if it were a pilgrimage.

Dangerous in the night, away from fear, hiding in the bushes, green eyes gauging this walking man.

Fire brings them change and renewal, engraved in their hearts and minds, and they remain elusive.

Looking closer and closer, they shouted unwillingly, eventually retreating and fleeing.

The man looked at the flame on his hand, his eyes with desire and excitement, his hair fluttering like dead grass blown by the wind, his eyes reflecting the white fire, his emotions fluctuating strongly.

A shout rang in the woods beneath the night, and Shao Xuan could feel the rising pride of excitement.

White witch prints appeared beneath the barefoot covered with wounds and calluses, and the ground vaporized with white flame, burning the nearby flying mosquitoes.

Fire!

A true primitive spark!

This is the first person who will control the power of the flames that will change the world, that is, from this day on, humans will no longer be squeezed into slits, trampled at the bottom of the food chain, and torn away by the tiny caves of darkness!

The sun breaks into the night and brings light back to the earth.

Those who stood there, looking away from the fire clusters in their hands, took great strides in the direction of the rising sun, walked faster and faster, finally releasing all their concerns and running.

Shao Xuan's view of the world is shrinking, the forest and people have become blurred, the only thing you can see is the moving white flame on the continental plate —— the first spark.

White flames are moving, and as it moves, there are flames coming from it, starting with a double white orange flame, and then there are other colored flames coming from it, big and small, some moving in other directions, some staying in place. Here, part of Shao Xuan has seen, against the upper tribe, Shao Xuan found the fire group belonging to the flaming horn, the diagonal totem floated above the fire group, not only the flaming horn, but also other tribes, the six major tribes of Wang Cheng, flaming horn, return, reckless, rain, drought...

There are also some Shao Xuan has never seen, very strange.

As the most primitive spark, that white spark ignites many flames, so it will not be rejected by the sparks of other tribes. And those kindled fire groups are the foundations and the core of the tribes - the sparks of the tribes, the source of the power of totem!

The emergence of fire is both destructive and innovative, awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring. All things nirvana from the fire.

It was a world of nirvana brought about by the spark.

Destruction is followed by nirvana, brilliant, up-growing life.

Man, maybe the biggest winner of that natural disaster.