In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright, and the cold wind was biting. In a dilapidated ancient city, withered grass and broken walls seemed to tell the story of the glory they should have had.
This ancient city has been around for a long time, and the city walls have long since collapsed. The city is deserted and in a mess. Occasionally, strong people pass by this place, looking at the collapsed city from a distance, sighing that the years are ruthless.
Under the ruins of the broken wall, there is a remote and quiet place. Occasionally, you can see small stone houses standing there. These are the remnants of the ancient city's former glorious owners. They live here and hope that there will be a successor to the original god king.
The strong men of bloodline restore the past glory of the clan.
Outside the stone house, in an open space, a group of people, old and young, all braved the biting cold wind early in the morning, doing their daily essential morning exercises.
This group of people is divided into three areas. The old man is sitting cross-legged, practicing the method of breathing and breathing, and a faint halo can be seen on their bodies.
The young man was shirtless and wielding unknown weapons. The weapons looked strange and strange, like knives, swords, and spears. They were all extremely heavy, making a whirring sound when they were swung around, and they might have weighed thousands of kilograms.
There are teenagers and children in the same area. The older teenagers wear simple clothes made of animal skins and hold up huge rocks with both hands to exert their strength. The younger ones are even only five or six years old, and some of them can't even speak clearly.
But they followed the older children beside them and learned how to work hard.
This is a great era where thousands of tribes are standing together, every vegetation is full of soldiers, and heroes are vying for hegemony. If you want to survive in such a harsh environment, for food rations and for the sake of your tribe, you must hone your strength from an early age, strengthen yourself, fight against prey, and fight against enemies.
, fight against competitors.
Precisely because of such a chaotic and harsh era, no matter which race they are, they will start practicing at an early age. The same is naturally true for the humans who are the survivors of the God King in front of them. For them, cultivation is an instinct to survive. Even those who are only five years old
Children as young as six years old do not need adults to supervise them and follow the practice consciously.
After the morning exercise, many women in the village came over and asked their men and children to go home for breakfast. But more people were sitting on the open ground chatting. The old men in the village were all calm and relaxed, although there were many
All of them have gray hair, but their eyes are deep and their aura is strong.
The adult men, all shirtless, chatted about their daily lives. What they talked about most was hunting in the mountains, and then their children.
Those children were no longer so peaceful. I saw a group of children playing with each other, talking and laughing.
"Xiao Chi, I heard the adults say that you have the blood of the King of Gods. I will give you ten pounds of tiger meat, and how about you give me a drop of blood?" A young boy with a strong back and strong waist looks only eleven or twelve years old, but his body is amazingly strong.
His hands can actually lift a boulder weighing over a thousand kilograms at will.
The child next to him, who was called Xiaochi, was very young. He was the youngest among the children doing morning exercises. He had a pair of big watery eyes, tender white skin, and a chubby little face. He looked particularly cute.
"Tiger meat?" When he heard about tiger meat, Xiao Chi's eyes visibly widened and he smacked his mouth, looking greedy.
"Brother Hu Zi is not lying. As long as you give me a drop of blood, I will definitely give you ten pounds of tiger meat!" The young man who spoke at the beginning knew that Xiao Chi loved tiger meat, so he used this temptation.
"Crack!"
Just when the sturdy young man thought his evil plan was about to succeed, he was suddenly slapped hard on the head.
"You bastard, what are you talking about? If you hurt Xiao Chi even if I don't kill him alive, you won't be your father!" A stronger man came over and heard that his child actually revealed the blood of the God King in Zhong Chi's body.
The idea made me angry and funny at the same time.
The bloodline of the God King, this is the bloodline closest to the ancestor in the legend of the surviving family. The ancestor was a generation of God King in the past, ruling hundreds of millions of living beings and enclosing all lands. This ancient city was the imperial capital of the old motherland in the past.
The bloodline of the God King also means extraordinary talents, amazing understanding, and the hope of following in the footsteps of our ancestors!
And Zhong Chi is the third member of the entire bereaved clan to have the blood of the God King in countless years. This news naturally shocked and ecstatic the entire bereaved clan, and they were determined to cultivate Zhong Chi with all their strength, hoping that he would lead the clan back to its former glory.
When Zhong Hu saw his father's cannibalistic expression, he immediately trembled with fear and ran away in a hurry, saying with a smile on his face: "No, I was just joking with Xiao Chi, how could I dare to actually let out his blood.
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"You brat, it's good to know!" Zhong Hu's father nodded with satisfaction and returned to the crowd of adults again.
A group of children gathered together again and started competing with each other. The children's competition was not about fighting, but about who was stronger.
"Brother Huzi, you are so powerful, you can already lift two thousand kilograms with both hands." A younger child said with envy on his face.
Huzi was obviously the older one among the group of children. He put down the boulder in his hand with a smile and said: "Two thousand kilograms is not my limit, three thousand kilograms is my limit. Brother Tieniu can lift it."
It’s five thousand kilograms.”
Zhong Tie's appearance is not as scary as Zhong Hu's, he is relatively 'skinny', but his muscles are extremely strong, like iron plates, and he looks extremely powerful.
When Zhong Tie heard Hu Zi say that he was powerful, he shook his head and said: "I am already thirteen years old. Lifting three thousand kilograms at the age of thirteen is not very powerful. Xiao Chi is worthy of being the genius of our surviving family. He is only five years old this year, but
He can actually lift two thousand pounds."
"Oops! Not good." When Zhong Chi heard Zhong Tie's words, he immediately felt bad and wanted to run away, but Zhong Hu, who had quick eyes and quick hands, hugged Zhong Chi's little body.
"Xiao Chi, why are you running away? We won't eat you. Come on, show us the supreme talent of your God King bloodline and let us all see it." Zhong Hu looked at Zhong Chi with a smirk on his face.
He also pinched Zhong Chi's chubby little face, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Zhong Chi knew that he couldn't escape. Every time everyone competed in strength, he would always be caught in the end. There was no way, who made him the heir to the bloodline of the God King, with extraordinary talents, just right to stimulate the children of the bereaved family.
They practice hard.
"After I show it off, will you give me tiger meat to eat?" Zhong Chi smiled innocently. Since he couldn't escape, he had to get some benefits no matter what.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhong Hu and others all agreed. They grew up together and naturally knew that Zhong Chi was a foodie. But everyone was puzzled. Even their children, who were several years older than Zhong Chi, once
He can't eat so much meat, but Zhong Chi, who is only five years old, can eat nearly a hundred kilograms of meat in one meal.
You must know that these meats are beasts from barren mountains. Their flesh and blood are rich in blood and essence. Generally, a five-year-old child will not be able to continue swallowing after eating three to five kilograms, otherwise a large amount of blood and essence will be lost.
It will make the child unable to bear it. At the least, the blood will burst and the behavior will be abnormal. At the worst, the body function will be destroyed, and the body may even explode and die.
One hundred kilograms of flesh and blood, even the powerful ferocious beast cubs on the barren mountains cannot eat so much food. Of course, the tribesmen also understand that the greater a person's food intake, the better his physical potential.
Suddenly, the short Zhong Chi was seen grabbing a boulder bigger than him with his tender white hands.
"Ouch!"
A boulder weighing two thousand kilograms was easily lifted over his head by a five-year-old child. This was indeed an incredible thing, and it immediately attracted a group of children to applaud.
"go!"
Zhong Chi shouted softly, raised his hands, and the boulder was instantly thrown far away, causing a slight vibration on the ground. A small crater was made on the ground, and dust flew up.
The elders and adults of the bereaved family also watched all this, with smiles on their faces. This child was the hope of their bereaved family, and every one of them loved Zhong Chi very much.
"You can lift a two thousand kilogram boulder and throw it at the age of five. I am afraid that even the children of some wealthy families outside can do it." An elder of the clan touched his beard with joy, as if from Zhong Chi.
I can see in my body how powerful the surviving family will be in the future.
"Clan leader, Xiao Chi will be six years old soon. Should we prepare the first sacrificial ceremony for him?" A clan elder looked sad. The sacrificial ceremony is something that every child must experience, and more than once.
It takes two times.
People in the clan can still use the ordinary child sacrificial rituals, but Zhong Chi's sacrificial ritual is obviously different. To put it bluntly, this sacrificial ritual is the cornerstone for a child to enter the realm of flesh and blood. The foundation stone determines a child's future.
The limit of achievement, its importance is self-evident.
When the clan leader heard this, he also frowned slightly. It was not easy for their surviving clan to have a child who inherited the blood of the God King. This was the hope for the surviving clan to rise, but it was also a huge burden and pressure for the clan. After all, a genius is still just a genius.
When the time comes, it will definitely require the full cultivation of the tribe.
The patriarch looked at Zhong Chi not far away, and saw his small body less than one meter tall. He kicked a boulder away with one kick, and threw a boulder away with each hand. Finally, the three boulders landed at the same place, arranged in an upright position.
The word '一'.
For a five-year-old child to have such a great sense of power and control is enough to show that he is extremely talented. This is a good seedling, one who will hopefully become a lord and king in the future.
The old clan leader withdrew his gaze, looked at several clan elders, and said, "I have actually thought about this Xiaochi sacrificial ceremony for a long time. You must also know that a rare and ferocious beast appeared on the barren mountain recently. Then
The ferocious beast has devoured countless ferocious beasts and devoured many hunters. It is definitely a fierce ferocious beast."
"Clan leader, do you mean to give that ferocious beast to Xiao Chi as a sacrificial gift?" A clan elder already understood what the clan leader meant, and immediately his face changed involuntarily, and he felt frightened.