Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chicheng's long dream began in childhood.

And the dream of childhood is beautiful and short-lived.

In the prehistoric era, humans were just one of the countless creatures on the earth, far from the dominant position of later generations, and had never established a huge country, and there was not even the concept of "surname". In Chicheng's era, humans could only form small tribes and barely maintain reproduction. Killing and being killed, hunting and being hunted were all daily human life in that era.

Chicheng lost his father when he was very young. According to the murals of the elders of the tribe, his father Danxin was a smart and strong hunter. He had led the young people of the tribe to capture precious prey countless times and held feasts. At the same time, he had a keen intuition and could always detect the coming of risks in advance and lead the tribe to migrate in time.

But the powerful hunter encountered an incredible evil when he went out hunting, so that his body was gone.

Later, Danxin's position was replaced by his most trusted assistant Jinmu. Jinmu was also strong and intelligent, but his temperament was a little mean and dull, so he was not as popular as Danxin. However, after Danxin died, the tribe had no choice but to make Jinmu the chief hunter.

And Jinmu was Qingyuan's father.

After Danxin died, Jinmu inherited everything that once belonged to him: the chief hunter's carefully polished and maintained spears and arrows, ointments made with herbs, animal blood and oil... and his wife and children.

From an outsider's perspective, Jinmu's performance in the first few years was impeccable. He was generous and tolerant to both Danxin's widow and Chicheng. However, as time went by, Jinmu's position gradually became stable, and his mean side gradually emerged.

Jinmu no longer treated Qingyuan and Chicheng equally. He would leave the essence of the prey to his biological son Qingyuan, and then assign the heavier and more difficult tribal chores to Chicheng. At the same time, when teaching hunting skills and tempering blood, blood and flesh, he always concealed something from Chicheng.

Everyone in the tribe knew that Jinmu was intentionally training Qingyuan to be the next chief hunter, and Chicheng, the child of the previous hunter, was obviously a threat to Qingyuan.

Chicheng's talent was obvious to everyone. Although there was no systematic immortal way in the prehistoric era, he had an extremely keen sense and control of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth since he was a child. He almost completed the process of drawing qi into his body at the age of seven without any teacher. Although it was not perfect, it made him sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and his blood and qi expanded.

Among his peers in the tribe, Chicheng was never the one who looked the strongest, but no one could beat him in a one-on-one competition - except Qingyuan.

Qingyuan, who was a few years older than Chicheng, became the best hunter of the younger generation under Jinmu's careful training. He was already tall and strong at the age of ten, and could fight tigers and lions, and even complete extremely dangerous hunts independently. Moreover, his character was much more generous than Jinmu, and both the elders of the tribe and the teenagers of the same generation praised him highly. Even Chicheng, who was treated harshly by Jinmu, was close to Qingyuan.

So people actually didn't understand why Jinmu was so harsh: Chicheng was good, but not good enough to threaten Qingyuan, and Chicheng never had that intention.

After being in danger in the forest not long ago, Chicheng owed Qingyuan a life-saving favor, which made him even more unwilling to compete with Qingyuan.

However, just when everyone thought that Qingyuan could inherit the chief position naturally, Jinmu's harshness became worse. He abruptly blamed Chicheng for not knowing the danger and almost implicated Qingyuan, and almost exiled a seven-year-old child from the tribe. Thanks to the collective opposition of the people in the tribe, especially Qingyuan's fierce protest, he gave up... But he still punished Chicheng severely, and beat a young child in front of everyone.

And this unreasonable difficulty became more and more severe in the next two or three years. And Chicheng's situation naturally became worse and worse.

At first, people would still stand up for him, but the injustice would fade away with time, while Jinmu's hostility was growing day by day. When people gradually realized that Jinmu's exclusion of Chicheng was irreversible, they had to face a simple choice.

Jinmu, or Chicheng?

For the tribesmen struggling on the line of survival, this choice was not difficult to make. Even Chicheng's biological mother was reconquered by Jinmu in a very short time and no longer recognized Chicheng as her son.

So Chicheng chose to leave when he was ten years old. That year, he completed a hunt alone according to the rules of the tribe, and the prey was a few points larger than Qingyuan's that year. However, after returning to the tribe, before being harshly harassed by Jinmu, he preemptively declared that he had the ability to survive independently and did not need to stay in the tribe anymore.

In this regard, Jinmu naturally would not stop him, and even generously gave him a few hunting tools in accordance with the tribal tradition. And the other people in the tribe had expected this day to come, and they were speechless after sighing.

The only person who reacted violently was Qing Yuan. He was already thirteen years old at that time, and his body was almost catching up with Jin Mu. Many people believed that within five years, he would be qualified to take over the hunting bow in Jin Mu's hand and become the chief hunter of the tribe.

"So, why do you have to go? In another five years, no, at most three years, I will definitely surpass my father and take the bow from him. By that time, no one in the tribe will exclude you. You and I are as close as brothers, why do we have to separate now!?"

In response, Chi Cheng just asked back: "If your father is unwilling to let go, will you really go to take that bow?"

So Qing Yuan was speechless.

No matter how mean and unkind Jin Mu was to Chi Cheng, there was nothing to fault about his treatment of his own son. For Qing Yuan, Jin Mu could give up his life without hesitation. If Chi Cheng owed Qing Yuan a life, then Qing Yuan owed his father countless lives.

"Believe me, your father will not let go. He will not let go before I leave."

Qing Yuan was even more speechless. As smart as he was, he certainly knew that the other party was right.

So in desperation, he had to use the method he was most reluctant to use.

"Chi Cheng, I have always been unable to convince you, so we brothers should not use words to distinguish right from wrong. Let's decide according to the rules of the tribe."

Chi Cheng said: "I owe you a life... If you insist on keeping me, I will accompany you to the end."

The ten-year-old Chi Cheng was still as small as a child in front of Qing Yuan, whose body had grown rapidly. Moreover, in the past few years, because of Jinmu's difficulties, Chicheng almost had no food every day, and he relied on Qingyuan's private assistance... Although his blood and qi were not exhausted, they were not full. On the contrary, Qingyuan, after being almost forced by Jinmu to feed the blood and flesh of various spirit beasts, his body was almost indestructible, and his blood and qi were boiling, even the night could not hide his sharpness.

The contrast between the two was so obvious that Qingyuan had already been sure of the result when he swung his fist.

However, that night, the short competition in the dense forest outside the tribe ended up beyond many people's expectations. Qingyuan tried his best, but he failed to stop Chicheng... And at that moment, he understood his father's painstaking efforts.

Why did Jinmu have to be doubly harsh to Danxin's son? Why did he have to play a disgusting role at the cost of his hard-earned prestige?

Because Jinmu really lived up to his title, with a pair of sharp and vicious eyes. He had long seen that Chi Cheng's true talent was far superior to Qing Yuan... Even though he was so difficult to deal with by Jin Mu, almost cut off from food, and had no superior body-building practice, Chi Cheng could still draw the nutrients he needed from heaven and earth with his own understanding.

Such talent is no longer something that any external force can suppress. Three years later, perhaps Qing Yuan can only barely surpass Jin Mu. But Chi Cheng will definitely stand at a height that no one can understand. At that time, the position of the chief hunter of the tribe or the position of the great elder will be within his reach.

Of course, this is also a ridiculous paradox. When Chi Cheng can already look down on the tribe, how can he care about the empty title of the chief hunter? And if Chi Cheng's talent is so good, what is the meaning of Jin Mu's suppression?

However, for Jin Mu, who has pinned his life on the title of chief hunter, there is no paradox. At the same time, his suppression did successfully drive Chi Cheng away.

The enlightenment that night made Qing Yuan so heartbroken that he even missed his final farewell to Chi Cheng. The next day, Chi Cheng left the tribe without taking anything with him, without telling anyone, and walked alone on the Kyushu continent.

After that, the dream accelerated. As a spectator, Wang Luo could clearly see that after leaving the cage of the tribe, Chi Cheng was almost like a fish in the sea, growing up at an almost incredible speed. After just a few years, he realized the time of heaven, figured out the way to build a foundation, and built a top-grade foundation with the company of the fire in the Luzhou mountain. More than ten years later, he traveled to Wuzhou and learned the art of refining from the local tribal witch, and used it to improve his foundation and achieve the golden elixir.

This progress was dazzling even when the immortal civilization was highly developed in later generations. Among them, it was certainly because Chi Cheng was gifted and worthy of the reputation of the immortal ancestor. It was also because Chi Cheng followed the time of heaven. In the past twenty years, it seemed that he had received help from the dark, and his immortal fate continued.

After the golden elixir was successful, although Chi Cheng was far from being among the top in Jiuzhou, he finally understood the existence of "Tao" and even faintly deduced the possibility of ascension.

So, he immediately set off and returned to his hometown in Jingzhou, eager to share the Tao he had realized with his old friends. He firmly believed that as long as everyone could step into the immortal way together, they would become more united and stronger, and then use this as a starting point to achieve a great prosperity for mankind one day.

Of course, what he couldn't wait for most was to meet the amazing brother in his memory again... After not seeing Qing Yuan for a few years, is he okay? He must have become stronger, and may even be stronger than himself. And the tribe must be very different under his leadership.

In that late-night competition, although Chi Cheng narrowly won, he always felt that the other party was showing mercy... and he had no way out at that time, so he gave it his all. A narrow victory of a millimeter difference is not enough to win. If Qing Yuan can also practice the immortal way together, then there will be one more person to take care of in the long and unknown road in the future.

However, when he returned to his hometown after spending months and traveling thousands of miles, he found that everything had changed.

The tribe had indeed grown, but in a way that no one had expected.

The tribe, which once had only a few hundred people, had expanded more than ten times in size. In addition to its own reproduction, it had obviously annexed other tribes.

The merged tribe occupied an entire mountain and built a fortress with hideous antlers on the outer wall. Then, even though he was miles away, Chi Cheng could clearly smell the bloody smell lingering above the fortress.

When he got closer, what he saw and heard shocked Chi Cheng even more.

This large merged tribe has suddenly become a bloodthirsty den... The remains of living creatures can be seen everywhere in the city, as well as piles of putrid flesh made up of corpses. Some of the corpses clearly still have human remains. contour.

Everyone in the city, regardless of age or sex, has madness in their eyes. If there is any disagreement, they will start to bite each other in the street, and they will not stop even if their blood is dripping and their flesh is bloody. The source of the madness comes from the top of the mountain, the most luxurious brick and wooden palace in the city.

In the palace, Chicheng met his former brother.

The unrecognizable brother.

That... can hardly be called a human being, more like a pile of disordered flesh and blood. He sat high on a throne in the palace, with his four eyeballs trembling constantly on his sunken face, looking in different directions, greedily looking for all the nutrients he could put into his body. A large mouth that took up almost half of the face continuously sprayed out yellow-brown corrosive spray.

On his torso, there was a lot of flesh and blood from other people growing like stitches, and there was a row of human faces on his chest, wriggling like parasitic sarcomas. And among those faces, there was one that belonged to Jin Mu!

It can be said that if it weren't for this face that belonged to Jinmu, Chicheng would have hardly dared to confirm that the monster he saw in front of him was his most trusted brother... But the rationality accumulated from many years of travel made him quickly realize that the truth was So cruel.

And when Chicheng saw Qingyuan, Qingyuan naturally also saw Chicheng.

Even though nearly twenty years have passed, Qingyuan still recognized him immediately, and then burst into laughter of surprise.

"Chicheng? Are you back? These years, I have been thinking about you and regretting the defeat that day. So after you left, I worked harder than ever before, and I successfully took away The bow in my father's hand completely inherited his Qi and Blood cultivation method. After that, I won the treasures of several surrounding tribes... I absorbed them all and became stronger than ever before. , you are back, we two brothers can finally join hands again."

However, when Qingyuan was talking about joining hands, his belly opened a bloody mouth and greedy saliva flowed.

"Chicheng, you have become stronger than before, so come here, join hands with me...help me!"

Chicheng was silent for a moment, without answering, but silently drew out a long jade sword.