Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

At night, in the cave sky, Fang Yang stood by the pond, touched the water with his hands, and a scene appeared.

In the small room, Xu Kun held the recipe for the panacea and studied it hard. He frowned deeply, and his eyebrows were squeezed together.

Even with all his wisdom, he could not fully understand the contents of the prescription.

"No! I must refine the panacea! I am determined to obtain the true fairyland technique!"

Xu Kun slammed the table and continued to look at his recipe.

It turned out that Xu Kun was not sure at all about refining the panacea. He agreed to Fang Yang just for that little bit of hope.

His idea at the time was that all the refining materials were provided by Fang Yang, and he would not lose anything if he failed in refining. Moreover, Fang Yang did not dare to touch him as long as he was in Kunshan City.

The Law of the Human Emperor can still be effective in many cases.

Fang Yang looked at Xu Kun and saw that Xu Kun didn't notice that he was peeping. Only then did he confirm that Xu Kun was an ordinary ascendant.

"There should be no problem this time."

With a thought in his mind, a palm-sized doll appeared in his hand.

The doll is a gray-haired young man wearing a low-quality cassock, which highly replicates Xu Kun.

People's belongings in the Demonic Way cannot be collected indiscriminately.

There was nothing wrong with the elixir Fang Yang gave Xu Kun, and there was nothing wrong with the medicinal materials, but there was something wrong with the storage bag.

That storage bag was made from the finest fairy animal skin and contained a nightmare spell. The head-lowering technique is both a technique and a poison. Xu Kun was struck by it the moment he opened his storage bag.

"rise!"

Fang Yang gave a light drink and began to perform magic on the puppet.

On the other side, Xu Kun, who was studying the elixir, suddenly felt tired, and a strong sense of sleepiness instantly hit his mind.

"Didn't I become an immortal?"

After this idea flashed into Xu Kun's mind, he fell down and lay on the table.

Fang Yang, who observed Xu Kun's actions, nodded with satisfaction. He used his magic power to force out a drop of blood essence from his fingertips.

The essence and blood fell on the puppet, and after a burst of smoke, it penetrated into the interior of the puppet.

At the same time, Xu Kun was in a trance, and his consciousness fell into a dream.

In the dream, Xu Kun returned to the time when he had just become an immortal. He was standing alone in the nine heavens, with the immortal energy above his head, destroying heavenly calamities and destroying demons with one sword, accepting the worship of the whole world.

"Hahahaha!"

Xu Kun's hair was flying, he was smiling wildly, and his face was distorted by laughter.

He did not realize at all that he was in a dream, nor did he realize that someone was spying on his dream.

Fang Yang looked at Xu Kun's behavior in the dream with a complicated expression.

"If there was no life-and-death situation, it would be pretty good for these immortals from the small world to stay in the small world."

Fifty thousand years of life is too short. In a small world with limited resources, it is difficult to enter the realm of true immortality.

The restriction of longevity forced the immortals in the small world to leave their world, leave their hometown, and come to the wilderness.

Xu Kun's dream is very long and messy. Dreams are inherently bizarre, chaotic and disorderly.

Fang Yang saw Xu Kun's entire life.

The standard template for mortals to cultivate immortality, refining alchemy, taking drugs, practicing, experiencing, dying of teammates, inheriting inheritance, obtaining treasures, refining elixirs, taking drugs...

Everyone is doing what they were doing yesterday every day, expanding into a lifetime, and the cycle continues throughout life.

In addition to these, Xu Kun occasionally has dreams that are inappropriate for children. Whenever this happens, Fang Yang will cast a spell to turn the dream heroine's face into a pig's face.

When Xu Kun saw such a face, he would immediately wake up from his spring dream and fall into a new dreamland.

After watching more than a thousand scenes, Fang Yang finally saw Xu Kun's experience of ascension.

In this era, Heaven's control over all heavens and realms is very weak. The Emperor of Heaven has not yet built the Ascension Pool, so the creatures in the small worlds of the heavens can only go to the primitive world on their own after becoming immortals.

Xu Kun searched for thousands of years before he found a passage to the prehistoric world in the small world.

"I found you! Kunshan City is one hundred and eight thousand miles west of the Liangchuan River."

Seeing this dream, Fang Yang had a bright smile on his face.

He waved his sleeves, and a burst of white smoke rose from the pond, and all the images in the pond disappeared.

Fang Yang solved Xu Kun's nightmare.

When Xu Kun wakes up, he will forget everything in the dream under the influence of the nightmare.

Even if he sensed that there was something wrong with Fang Yang, since he didn't know Fang Yang's purpose and hadn't seen Fang Yang's true face, he could only let the matter go.

In the cave, Fang Yang tried hard to stay rational.

After learning the location of the small world, he couldn't wait to enter the small world immediately and preach.

Xuanxian is too weak, and if he encounters a more powerful existence, he can only be slaughtered by others.

The Golden Immortal is different. The Golden Immortal with the power of laws can activate the acquired spiritual treasures and innate spiritual treasures to leapfrog the enemies.

Fang Yang happened to have two acquired spiritual treasures in his hands.

Therefore, by breaking through the Golden Immortal, Fang Yang had a little ability to protect himself.

This night was extremely long. In the past seven thousand years, Fang Yang had never felt that time passed so slowly.

After finally staying up until dawn, he immediately left the inn and headed to the West City.

Liangchuan River.

Fang Yang successfully found the space passage based on Xu Kun's dream.

He did not go in immediately. He caught a Yuanshen realm fish spirit, cast a spell on it, and ordered it to enter the passage to explore the way.

One day later, the fish spirit returned to the primitive world with a handful of soil unique to the small world in its hands.

"Not bad! You did a good job. You will never remember what happened today, you know?"

Fang Yang was very happy to see the fish spirit back safely. He slapped the top of Yu Jing's head, took out a ball of memory, and then sent Yu Jing away far away.

There was no light in the space passage, it was pitch black, and the surrounding space was distorted. Being in it felt like entering a maze.

Fang Yang restrained his magic power and maintained his cultivation at the realm of immortals. An hour later, a bright light appeared in front of his eyes.

He immediately felt a chaotic aura coming from the world.

Although the world of mortals exists wherever there are people, the smell of the world of mortals in the small world is much stronger than that of the prehistoric world.

In this breath of mortals, Fang Yang seemed to see countless scenes of life and death, illness and death, joys and sorrows, love between men and women, love and resentment, and so on.

The small world is closer to the human world than the prehistoric world!

"go!"

Fang Yang suddenly accelerated his speed, sprinted out of the space channel, and entered the small world.

The sky is clear and the sky is blue.

In the fields, farmers are cultivating and sowing, children are playing and playing, and occasionally there are bursts of roosters crowing, giving it a farm atmosphere.

Small world, here it is!

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