The Emperor of the Primordial Era

Chapter Two: Is This Still Human? The Formidable Primitive Man

Thirty or forty lantern-sized greenish eyes appeared intermittently at the entrance of the cave, sending shivers down Wu Xiaoming's spine. The distant howls, reminiscent of ancient times, made his ears ache. This world was insane; the sheer size of those eyes was unbelievable. Now, he understood what Maoye meant. Comparing the two, he realized that the giant lynx in the group of wolves was as innocent as a bunny.

What stunned Wu Xiaoming even more was Uncle Di leading ten people to charge out of the half-covered cave entrance and confront the wolf pack. Roaring and howling echoed through the air, reaching deep into Wu Xiaoming's heart. It wasn't until a warm, foul-smelling stream reached his feet that he realized he had wet himself in fear. Fortunately, it was pitch black inside the cave, and no one noticed. Everyone was too focused on the fight outside.

"Do you have any weapons, Maoye?" Wu Xiaoming asked nervously.

"Weapons? What weapons?" came a weak voice from behind the beautiful woman.

Without explaining, Wu Xiaoming bent down and groped the ground. He picked up a fist-sized stone and moved to stand in front of the women, but before he could react, the beautiful woman pulled him back to stand with Maoye.

"I'm a man; I should protect you," Wu Xiaoming muttered to himself silently. Everyone has a hero dream, but when he looked at the lantern-sized eyes in the distance, he had no choice but to stick close to Maoye, the beautiful girl.

With a loud bang, Wu Xiaoming peeked outside and was completely impressed. Each primitive man was effortlessly fighting off two giant wolves.

The loud noise was Uncle Di being struck by the largest white wolf and slammed into the cliff. With a roar, Uncle Di quickly charged back out, leaving a human-shaped hole in the cliff. He was formidable.

Uncle Di punched the giant wolf, sending it flying, astonishing everyone. That wolf weighed at least four thousand pounds. Another wolf on his left lunged at Uncle Di's head with its mouth wide open, ready to bite off half of his body.

In the blink of an eye, Uncle Di grabbed the wolf's mouth with both hands and snapped it shut, instantly killing the wolf.

This scene felt so familiar. Oh right, it was clearly a scene from the sci-fi movie "King Kong" from the future!

Wu Xiaoming thought to himself.

The cold, piercing gaze of the white giant wolf swept across the surroundings. In just a few breaths, four wolves were lost. It roared angrily, and all the other wolves retreated behind it.

The white giant wolf let out another long howl, and Uncle Di, not to be outdone, roared back.

The white giant wolf glanced at the morale-boosted Uncle Di, slowly backed off, and finally disappeared into the pitch-black night.

What was going on? Wu Xiaoming was completely dumbfounded. Wasn't it said that wolves hold grudges the most? Once they encounter someone, they usually never give up until they've taken revenge. How could they retreat so easily? It didn't make sense!

While Uncle Di and the others were clearing the battlefield, Wu Xiaoming wasn't idle either. He subtly chatted with Maoye until now he finally understood what kind of world this was.

He had indeed crossed over to the Primordial World. After creating humans, the Great Goddess left. She created five clans with a total population of billions: the Chao Clan, the Sui Ren Clan, the Fu Xi Clan, the Nuwa Clan, and the Shen Nong Clan.

Because the human clans gathered together and faced food shortages, and the Great Goddess had flown away, the chiefs of the five clans—Chao, Sui Ren, Fu Xi, Nuwa, and Shen Nong—led their people to disperse across the Primordial World. After all, with so many people and all being hearty eaters, if they didn't scatter, they would probably starve to death in one place.

According to Maoye, the chiefs of each clan were personally molded by the Great Goddess. The Chao, Sui Ren, and Shen Nong clans had a normal human appearance, with two legs. The Fu Xi and Nuwa clans were human-bodied with snake tails, created in the likeness of the Great Goddess and her brother, Fu Xi.

The next generation of humans were created using the Five-Colored Divine Willow. Therefore, the chiefs of each clan were the most powerful, able to lift weights of five to six hundred thousand catties, and their bodies were immortal and incorruptible, reaching the realm of Vajra (Wu Xiaoming was not sure what the realm of Vajra was, and Maoye was also not very clear). The other generations of humans could lift weights of one to two hundred thousand catties, and their bodies reached the Iron Stone realm, with women being about half as strong as men.

Uncle Di and the other twelve adult men and nineteen adult women belonged to the first generation of humans. They were part of the Shen Nong Clan, with a total population of over two billion. However, despite facing various threats from fierce beasts along the way, they had been reduced to just over a thousand people. Even more unfortunate was that forty people were scattered by a fierce beast before sunset, and they had been searching for the clan chief, Shen Nong, but had yet to find him, losing five adult men along the way.

Later, Uncle Di discovered that this place was very suitable for living, so he settled down here. When Wu Xiaoming heard that they had been traveling for more than three hundred years, he almost couldn't help but shout with joy. Seeing Uncle Di, they looked like they were only about thirty years old. According to the novels about crossing the wilderness, would one become immortal after practicing cultivation? Wu Xiaoming asked Chang'e to find out that the human race had no cultivation methods at all. It was even strange to think about it; they didn't even have fire, and they relied on their hands for fighting. It would be strange if they had cultivation methods. As for lifespan, he and Chang'e, along with fourteen other children, were already over fifty years old, but none of them had reached adulthood yet, which was really dizzying.

During the migration process, the Smashing Eye Wolves were considered weak. According to Chang'e, they encountered the largest ferocious beasts bigger than mountains, swallowing nearly ten thousand people in one gulp. If it weren't for the clan leader, Shen Nong, resisting, their human race would probably have been extinct.

After hearing what Chang'e said, Wu Xiaoming felt completely depressed. Others who crossed over either had various cheats or treasures. Crossing into the wilderness world was even more exaggerated, with all sorts of innate spiritual treasures and roots automatically acquired, along with cultivation methods. The most important thing was either being born from chaos or having exceptionally high talents. What about himself? Just an ordinary second-generation primitive human, with only a beast skirt covering his body. What's even more pitiful is that they hadn't even reached adulthood yet. It's really frustrating how people are compared, and how goods are evaluated.

"Sigh." Wu Xiaoming sighed deeply, forget it, at least he's still alive, and being alive is hope.

"No, I heard that the leaders of the five races become emperors for their great contributions to humanity. Can I do that too? Haha! Now there's no fire yet, no house yet, let the clan leader Shen Nong handle the dangerous task of tasting herbs. It's too dangerous. If you taste a poisonous herb, it's over. After all, I'm not made of innate soil and nine heavens divine water. My body doesn't have such strong resistance. One wrong step and I could end up meeting the King of Hell." He thought gleefully about becoming an emperor after obtaining merits and being immortal... but he didn't expect the Dao to be very unfair to him. After all, he sneaked over; he wasn't a native creature of the wilderness, so the Dao automatically classified him into the group of smugglers.

"Well, let's make fire first thing tomorrow morning. We can't let Sui Ren seize it first. Once we have fire, we won't have to eat raw meat anymore. Then, teach these primitive people how to build houses. With the merits gained from that, I should be able to become emperor directly. Hehe, that would be so cool! After becoming emperor, I'll marry Chang'e when she grows up. Haha, that would be so cool." Thinking of this, Wu Xiaoming couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Why are you laughing?" "Oh, I just thought of marrying you!" Wu Xiaoming blurted out.

"No, I can't marry into the human race. Otherwise, the human race will suffer calamity!" Chang'e replied firmly.

Wow, that really hit me hard. I'm a transcendent being gifted by heaven and earth, yet here I am, unable to marry. What's so great about that? And using the excuse of the Female Wumother Goddess? Isn't it just because you're renowned throughout the human race as its most beautiful woman? Gotta admit, Wu Xiaoming's feeling a bit smug. After all, he's a transcendent being, thinking he can become an emperor, a saint. And more importantly, he's been hurt too deeply by his ex-wife, so he's a bit wary of women.

Wu Xiaoming, feeling quite pleased with himself, thinks: "Tomorrow, I'll create fire and then build a good house. After becoming emperor, I'll choose a picturesque place to live and, after a few epochs, expose my ex-wife's ugly face to the whole world. The more I think about it, the more satisfying it feels, but I just can't seem to fall asleep."

Listening to the distant cries of apes and beasts, Wu Xiaoming isn't worried at all. After all, Uncle Di just proved their strength. "They're like free, excellent bodyguards!" The thunderous snoring also sounds so pleasant.

After who knows how long, Wu Xiaoming's consciousness slowly becomes blurred. Who am I? Human, yes, I'm human. Scenes from a human life slowly unfold in his mind, and the sight of his parents' tragic death makes tears unconsciously flow down his face. Like cattle, with wings, two long fangs, fur like a hedgehog, a ferocious beast with golden dragon horns on its head, it swallowed his parents and dozens of others in one gulp. He'll probably never forget that scene. If it weren't for Clan Chief Shen Nong's resistance, he might have died too. Later, he learned it was a Qiongqi, one of the most formidable beasts in the wilderness.

He can't forget what Qiongqi looked like after its transformation, how humans looked like ants before it. Its robust body, deadly poison upon contact, even Shen Nong couldn't resist. Luckily, the five races hadn't split yet, and with the efforts of several clan chiefs, they finally drove it away. But the five races suffered heavy losses, with nearly a hundred million people mercilessly devoured.

From memories of two lifetimes, Wu Xiaoming could tell that Qiongqi wasn't driven away by the clan chiefs of the five races but withdrew voluntarily, like a lion on the prairie, satisfied with its meal and unwilling to move anymore. Because that last look from Qiongqi left a deep impression on him; it was clearly the gaze of a predator eyeing its captive prey.

"I want Qiongqi dead!" Perhaps influenced by someone's memories, Wu Xiaoming now wishes to eat Qiongqi's flesh and drink its blood. And he thinks it's only fair; he inhabits a human body, and as a human, his closest parents died so tragically. He ought to avenge them. But he'll have to wait until he becomes emperor because Qiongqi is no ordinary beast; even Clan Chief Shen Nong couldn't defeat it.

Fire! Tomorrow, he must create fire first, even if it's not for becoming emperor. He just can't stomach raw meat dripping with blood. Thinking slowly of the video from his previous life of how fire was obtained from drilling wood, Wu Xiaoming's consciousness becomes increasingly heavy, and before he knows it, he falls asleep. After all, he's been exhausted all day and frightened by the Smashing Eye Wolves.