Rebirth of Fantasy God

After Zhou Xingzu finished asking, an old man sitting on his right opened the notebook in his hand, opened the cover, and when he turned to the first page, he could clearly see three words written on the first page - Zhuo Feichen.

After turning the notebook in his hand to a page that was already filled with dense words, Zhuo Feichen coughed lightly and said, "Since the leader said so, let me say a few words about my opinion."

Zhuo Feichen paused, and seeing that the ten people below were looking at him, he continued, "In my opinion, the question asked by the leader is not a problem, because the difficulties we face have far exceeded the limit of what we can handle with our current strength. So I think we only have two choices now. One is to do nothing. Even if the monsters really attack us, we can still use a large number of casualties to buy time for the growth of our geniuses. When our geniuses grow to the upper-middle level of strength in the prehistoric world, our clan will be able to survive in the prehistoric world."

Zhuo Feichen stopped talking halfway because he knew he needed to give others time to accept his idea. As he expected, after he proposed his first solution, except for Zhou Xingzu who was sitting in the main seat, the other ten speakers all exclaimed in surprise, some louder and some softer. Then they whispered a few words to the people sitting next to them and exchanged their opinions.

The people sitting in this office have stood out from trillions of people. These ten people who are communicating with each other are certainly not really cunning. It’s just that the method Zhuo Feichen said is too pessimistic. When they lived in the secret realm, they were the overlords of the secret realm for more than 100,000 years. Their mentality did not change for a while, and in about a minute, the office returned to silence again.

Seeing this, Zhuo Feichen spoke again and said what he thought was the only way to save the "human race": "From the information sent back by the explorer team members, it can be seen that the enemy our ancestors recorded as the most important to watch out for after returning to the prehistoric world - the demon race, is indeed very powerful and far beyond our current strength. If there is no help from external forces, we can only go the way I just mentioned."

After Zhuo Feichen finished speaking this time, the office was still quiet. Obviously, everyone present had thought of what Zhuo Feichen said. At this moment, they were just waiting to see what the road Zhuo Feichen mentioned was. Zhou Xingzu coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Zhuo, tell me what you think."

Zhuo Feichen said firmly: "I am willing to lead the team to the human territory left in the prehistoric world and seek help from them. After all, we have the same ancestors. I think this is the only way we can get help."

Zhou Xingzu nodded slightly after listening to Zhuo Feichen's words. "Mr. Zhuo's proposal is indeed somewhat feasible, but this trip is bound to be full of dangers. We just returned to the prehistoric world. Although the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa refused to take care of our tribe and insisted on leaving, they also killed all the powerful creatures within a thousand miles of our base for us. However, we didn't have a few days of peace before we immediately encountered a powerful giant python monster. The prehistoric world thousands of miles away must be even more dangerous."

After Zhou Xingzu finished speaking, he looked at Zhuo Feichen, and seeing that his expression did not change, he continued: "Even if you can travel through this vast wilderness and find the territory of the primitive human race, are you sure that after years of separation, the other party will still remember their origins as human beings? You know, we called out that person's real name, but he did not respond to us, and some of us cursed a few words, and he punished us with divine punishment and beat us to ashes."

Why did Zhou Xingzu directly expose the dangers of Zhuo Xingchen's journey and the unclear attitude of the prehistoric human race? Before Zhuo Feichen took any action, he wanted to boost others' morale and destroy his own prestige? In fact, it was mainly because Zhou Xingzu was really pessimistic about the probability of successfully traveling through the prehistoric world, but he also knew that this was the only way for them to survive the crisis brought by the monsters.

Zhou Xingzu has secretly decided to send out 125 celestial immortals among the secret realm human race and the three strongest secret realm human race who have just broken through to the mysterious immortal level, to form a guard team to escort their secret realm human race's envoys to ask for help from the prehistoric human race. Now he must see Zhuo Feichen's absolute confidence and unswerving belief in this trip before he can make this desperate idea that has been lingering in his mind.

Zhuo Feichen did not disappoint Zhou Xingzu's expectations. He stood up directly with a firm look on his old face. "Chief, danger does exist, but this is a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation. For the sake of my trillions of compatriots, I am willing to risk my life and ask for reinforcements for my people."

What Zhou Xingzu wanted was Zhuo Feichen's determination. Just like when Tang Xuanzang went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, his success was certainly inseparable from the protection of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Monk Sha, and the white dragon horse's carrying him all the way. But if Tang Monk had not been determined not to look back until he reached the West, he might have been frightened and returned to the Tang Dynasty when he saw the tiger before rescuing Sun Wukong who was pressed under the Five Elements Mountain, and he might have agreed to back down when Zhu Bajie kept yelling to break up, or he might have been kept in the Kingdom of Women by the dignified, beautiful, and gentle Queen of the Kingdom of Women.

Although he had already agreed in his heart that Zhuo Feichen represented their secret human race to go to the prehistoric world to seek help from the human race that stayed in the prehistoric world more than 100,000 years ago, Zhou Xingzu still said, "Mr. Zhuo, let me confirm with you one last time. Have you really made up your mind? Do you still remember the story of Journey to the West? I hope you can be like Tang Monk in it, have the courage to face danger, not be lazy, and not fall into the land of temptation. Although we cannot find the Monkey King to protect you, I will send all the strong men in my clan to protect you."

When Zhuo Feichen heard Zhou Xingzu's words, although he knew that he was trying to provoke him, he stood up again without hesitation, looked at everyone present, and then said word by word: "I! Promise! Before I die, I will crawl to the territory of the Honghuang human race and ask them to help my brothers."

Seeing Zhuo Feichen's determination, Zhou Xingzu nodded with satisfaction. Under the conference table, a speaker who had been silent stood up and said, "Mr. Zhuo is courageous, but I suggest that we send some people who are good at diplomacy. Often, the same thing can have very different results if expressed in different ways. If we only tell the prehistoric human race our intentions without knowing how to deal with them, it will be in vain."