A mountain props up the backbone of the world, a single word suppresses the gods and Buddhas, and a law creates the world. At the beginning of Hongmeng, the beginning of heaven and earth, there were no three realms and six realms. There were hundreds of clans, geniuses like dogs, and wild insects plundered. Qiankun. This is a barbaric era where bloodlines determine origin and strength distinguishes superiors. The overlord and the strong take what they give, the ordinary and weak, and humble. A boy with mediocre blood and abandoned by ruthless people unexpectedly became a The totem of a small tribe. A living totem, but it can't even deal with an iron horned ox. What can I use to protect the tribe?************************ *****