Prehistoric: Starting from the Mediation of Creation

"The immortal path is only a legend. The demons dare not come to the mortal world. Only the martial immortals are banished to the mortal world."

A white-haired old man sat in front of an octagonal table with a cup of tea, a piece of hard wood, and a folding fan, recounting the past legends of this land with full vigor.

"There are ten martial immortals in the world, each of them has the power to slay gods and demons. Among them, the Drunken Martial Immortal is the most free and easy, the Tyrant Martial Immortal is the most domineering, the Blood Martial Immortal is the most unruly, the Dragon Martial Immortal is the most arrogant, and the Black Martial Immortal is the most mysterious..."

In one breath, the old man listed all the top figures in the world.

The tea drinkers who were listening to the lecture were so absorbed in it that they didn't even take a sip of the tea in their hands until it got cold.

The servant who served the tea even forgot to add water to the tea, and was completely absorbed in these legends and anecdotes.

Until the shopkeeper, who was only interested in money, slapped him on the back of the head and scolded him viciously: "Work hard, or I will deduct one month's salary from you."

The servant was awakened by this and dared not delay his work any longer.

But just as he poured the first cup of tea, the tea drinker stopped him and said, "Little brother, I like to drink herbal tea, so you don't have to add more tea for me."

It was the first time that the servant had heard such a request, and he couldn't help but look up at the tea drinker.

hansome!

But I can't remember the face.

Take another look.

Still, more handsome.

But I still can't remember the face.

look again...

"Xiao Yu, what are you doing stupid again?" The shopkeeper saw what was wrong and rushed over immediately, giving the servant another slap in the face.

The servant grimaced in pain and was then pulled behind the shopkeeper.

"I'm sorry, sir, this boy has just started working and doesn't know much. Please bear with me. I'll waive the tea and table fee for you." The shopkeeper said humbly.

“It’s okay. Maybe it’s because I look unusual that this young man feels strange.” The tea drinker laughed.

"Hehehe, thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir." The shopkeeper bowed again and again.

Then he pulled the servant away from the tea table hall.

The servant didn't understand why his boss had to be so humble and cautious.

When they reached the corner of the hall, the shopkeeper slapped him on the back of the head again: "Didn't I tell you clearly before? Don't look at what is inappropriate, don't listen to what is inappropriate, don't say what is inappropriate. Why can't you remember these words?"

The boy showed an innocent look on his face: "Uncle, I didn't do anything, why do you keep hitting me?"

"Hmph, just don't get close to that table...or the people there, or you can't work for me anymore." The shopkeeper's expression softened a little, but he still snorted coldly and warned him.

"Uncle, that man..." The servant wanted to say something and looked at the man, but the man was also looking at him and smiling at him, and his breathing stagnated.

"I've told you, don't provoke others." The shopkeeper pulled him behind him again, then bowed to the man from a distance.

"Uncle, this?" The servant was even more confused.

The shopkeeper then gave him a few more lectures: "Restaurants, teahouses, and brothels are all places where martial artists gather. If they disagree, they might draw their swords. They might greet you with a smile one moment, but stab you in the heart the next."

"Especially... especially a young master like this, he is even more unfathomable, you can't afford to offend him, and neither can I, so look less, listen less, and talk less to him, understand?" The second half of his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and the servant could only lean over and listen carefully to hear it clearly.

"Uncle, I understand, I understand." After being coaxed by the shopkeeper's words, the servant's face turned pale, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

This time he no longer dared to look directly at the handsome young man. Even though he was curious, he lowered his head and just stared at his legs and feet.

Seeing him like this, the shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction.

"This kid is too easily frightened." The shopkeeper was fiddling with the abacus and keeping account in front of the counter.

He smiled and looked at the young man again.

But who would have known that just this one glance would scare his soul out of his body.

The young man was giving him a strange smile.

"..." The shopkeeper quickly lowered his head and settled the bill carefully.

“I’m not going to get my eyes pecked by a wild goose, am I?” The shopkeeper repeated the words of Wushen Wuliang several times in his heart to comfort himself.

"Am I that scary?" But at this moment, the young man's voice rang in the shopkeeper's ears.

"No..." He looked up when he heard the voice.

But the person was no longer in front of him, but still far away, smiling and greeting him.

"...Crack, crack, crack." He was so scared that his teeth were chattering.

"Uncle, what's wrong? Is it very cold today?" The servant also came over.

"It's nothing, it's nothing...it's nothing..." The shopkeeper uttered a few words of comfort.

But he stuttered in the end because the young man who was still sitting at the seat just now walked to the counter.

The shopkeeper's legs went limp and he fell behind the counter, trying to avoid the man.

But the young man had already come close, and he said gently, "I am not a demon, I don't eat people, and I don't kill people, so why are you two so afraid?"

The shopkeeper was still hiding behind the counter, not daring to make a sound. However, the servant next to him overcame his fear and wanted to ask loudly to attract the attention of other tea drinkers in the hall so as to help them out.

But somehow, even though his voice sounded almost like a roar, no one in the hall responded at all. They were still listening to the story attentively.

"You two! Wake up quickly!"

After the servant finished roaring at the top of his lungs, the young man sighed softly.

"What?" The servant and the shopkeeper looked at the young man in confusion.

"You and I are of the same body, originating from the troubled hair of the Emperor of Heaven in the Immortal Realm..."

The young man now told a long story.

From the world-destroying battle between immortals and demons to the legendary reincarnation in the underworld, there is also the bizarre story of the Emperor of Heaven's amazing talent, who created this school of cutting off worries, purifying the mind, in order to be in harmony with the Way of Heaven and become a God of Heaven.

The two of them felt dizzy after hearing what he said, but there was always a strange feeling in their hearts, as if they both thought what the young man said was right.

"Then...then...what should we do? Stop the Emperor of Heaven?" The servant scratched his head and said hesitantly.

“If the Emperor of Heaven is allowed to become a god of heaven, I’m afraid there will never be peace in the heavens again.” The young man said leisurely.

The servant quickly found the blind spot: "Wouldn't it be a great benefit for us if the Emperor of Heaven became a god of heaven and man?"

The young man seemed to know that the servant would ask this question, so he responded briskly: "He is also very unhappy with the current human world. You and I are hiding in the human world. If he destroys the human world, where can you and I hide?"

"So what do you want?" The shopkeeper suddenly climbed up from under the counter and looked at the young man coldly.

"We, the troublesome ones, will join forces to defeat the sky."

As the young man spoke, the tea drinkers and the storyteller who had been sitting quietly in the hall slowly stood up and looked at them with pairs of bright and cold eyes.

"..."