From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

The image of Nuwa's sainthood attracted the attention of all the powerful people in the ancient times.

But Mo Jiu seemed unable to feel the indescribably powerful aura of Nuwa.

His eyes were bright and clear as he watched the flame under his stove go out. He rubbed the mud off Xiaopang's hands and excitedly lifted the stove cover.

"Greetings, Our Lady of the Underworld." The human race knelt before Nuwa to thank her for her creation.

Afterwards, the eyes of all the human race members shifted to Mo Jiu, who was lifting the lid of the stove, this little Taoist boy who looked much younger than them.

From somewhere in the dark, there was a voice telling them that their birth was also related to this person.

"Goodbye..."

All the innate human beings bowed to Mo Jiu, but they could not say the word "Holy Father" in their mouths.

The human race was stunned. They could sense the coming of the human race. Besides the Virgin Mary, it was also related to the little Taoist boy in front of them. So why couldn't they perform this ritual?

Nuwa was watching from the side and already knew the identity of the little Taoist boy who was only paying attention to his own furnace.

The human race she created would have a great influence on the entire prehistoric world in the future, but the laws of nature would not allow them to recognize this son as their holy father.

If a man's father is the Son of Tao, then the Heavenly Tao will be the ancestor, which is a disaster rather than a blessing for the human race.

The foundation of the human race is too shallow to bear the endless blessings brought by Daozi.

"My porcelain doll." Mo Jiu ignored the gazes from the sky and the earth staring at him, looked at the two exquisite white porcelain dolls fired in the furnace, and picked them up excitedly.

All the human races looked at the porcelain doll in his hand and felt a sense of common origin. The clay doll, which should have been created like them and become a congenital human being, had become an exquisite decoration of a dead object.

The people of the ethnic group couldn't help but quietly retreat a few steps. They wouldn't be sent into the furnace and burned into this like these two clay dolls on a whim by this little Taoist boy!

Nuwa naturally noticed the fragile innate humans in front of her and the fear of the porcelain dolls in their eyes.

Then, Nuwa was stunned for a moment. She looked at the first batch of humans she had personally created, half of whom looked ugly, and then she shifted her gaze away unnoticeably.

This little Taoist's hands are so clumsy that he turned a good clay doll into something that looks ugly.

"You will live and multiply at the foot of Shouyang Mountain in the future. I will set up a formation here to protect you for the first time."

As Nuwa spoke, she waved her hand and set up a large formation on Shouyang Mountain.

"Thank you, Mother Mary."

Nuwa turned and walked to Mo Jiu, "Little Taoist, are you going back to the East China Sea?"

Mo Jiu was holding the porcelain doll, and her eyes lit up when she heard Dong Hai, but then she pouted a little unhappily.

"No, go away!"

Nuwa looked at his reluctance and could not guess the source for a moment, "If the little Taoist stays in Shouyang Mountain, can you help me take care of the human race?"

"Aren't you here?" Mo Jiu asked curiously.

Nuwa looked at the sky and laughed helplessly, "A saint cannot interfere in the affairs of the various tribes in the prehistoric world. I have become a saint and will go to the outer heaven to establish a Taoist temple."

"Okay! But let me make it clear first, I don't know how to take care of people." Mo Jiu reminded.

"It's okay!" said Nuwa.

She didn't expect Mo Jiu to help the human race, but only used Mo Jiu's identity to deter other tribes in the prehistoric world from coveting the human race and to leave a glimmer of hope for the human race.

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After Nuwa left, Mo Jiu continued to stay on Shouyang Mountain alone.

The human race began to live a primitive life at the foot of the mountain, eating raw meat, drinking blood, and having no clothes to cover their bodies.

The two do not disturb each other.

On this day, Mo Jiu had finished eating all the food in the Qiankun package that he brought with him. Although he was not hungry, he was greedy.

But Mo Jiu, who is not good at cooking, can make food that is comparable to that young man.

He then thought of the human beings living at the foot of the mountain. These people should know how to cook if they need to eat.

It should be okay to ask them to help cook, right?

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu dragged a giant rabbit down the mountain and arrived at the human tribe.

At this time, after a peaceful and comfortable reproduction, the human race has reached a population of tens of billions. The entire foot of Shouyang Mountain is already densely populated with people, and the population has even begun to spread outside.

Mo Jiu appeared dragging a giant rabbit, causing the tribe members to surround him vigilantly until an old man appeared.

"The Xiantian human race - Suiren has met Xiaodaozi."

Mo Jiu stared at Suirenshi and pushed the rabbit in his hand in front of him.

"Can you help me roast a rabbit? I can pay you."

"Roasted rabbit?" Suiren was stunned. "I wonder how to make the roasted rabbit you mentioned?"

"You don't know?" Mo Jiu was confused. The human beings here don't even know how to roast the simplest rabbit?

"So how do you normally eat meat?"

"We remove the fur and internal organs of the animals and eat them directly."

Mo Jiu looked at them with pity in his big round eyes. Even he, a baby Qilin, knew that meat had to be cooked before eating, but they didn't know. How pitiful!

"Barbecuing is very simple. I'll tell you the method. Can you help me?" Mo Jiu asked.

Suiren was delighted that having one more way to cook would be beneficial to the human race, so he naturally would not refuse.

Seeing this, Mo Jiu excitedly told the method.

But when they heard about using fire, the tribesmen looked terrified.

"This sky fire is something that can kill people. We dare not get close to it!"

One human thought about the forest fires caused by thunder that killed countless humans, his face turned pale with fear and he refused repeatedly.

Suiren, on the other hand, seemed to be thinking, "This heavenly fire is hard to come by. If we want to use it to roast meat, we can't find it."

Mo Jiu was a little dumbfounded. Fire was something he used to do easily. It was also very easy for people in the tomb-robbing world to get fire.

How come the humans here don’t even have the simplest fire?

Mo Jiu touched his belly. Can he go home now?

He missed the roasted phoenix meat and dragon meat from Xuantian Island, as well as all kinds of delicacies.