My Twenty-four Heavens

　　 Finally, Zhang Tong accepted Qi Ling’s explanation and learned from Qi Ling the time acceleration rate that would not affect his mind and soul.

　　 One hundred years a day!

　　 This number is not small, it is equivalent to a day in the outside world. The primitive Homo sapiens in the Primordial Realm whose average lifespan is not long are enough for several crops.

　　 But compared with the previous figure of 10,000 times, this number has shrunk significantly.

　　 But this is no way, the wisdom seed has been born.

　　 As the creator, Zhang Tong wants to see the birth of civilization with his own eyes, so he must give them an environment in which they can think.

　　 Wisdom species are wisdom species because they know how to think and use tools. This is their greatest advantage.

　　 "If the wisdom species can't think, once the experimental area is completely opened, then they will definitely be extinct!"

　　 Zhang Tong, who hovered in the sky above the Primordial Realm, saw with his own eyes how the whole world ushered in changes after nearly ten thousand years.

　　 Because of the large-scale emergence of plants, the oxygen content in the air has further increased, making the entire Primordial Realm full of vitality.

　　 Trees towering into the clouds are the wonders of the world. A large number of giant species have also been born on the ocean, rivers, and the earth. Even the sky is dominated by primitive birds.

　　 Among the giant creatures, the largest one can be compared with Zhang Tong in terms of size!

　　 According to the calculation method of the Primordial Realm, the creation advocates that Tong is an out-and-out giant of one hundred meters!

　　 Do not underestimate the number of 100 meters, the average height of the Ultraman species is only 50 meters!

　　 A hundred-meter-long terrifying behemoth is enough to be the absolute overlord of this era.

　　 If Zhang Tong did not rely on the blessing of the small world, he would not be able to do such a scary thing if he singled out.

　　 "Maybe I am the creator with the least cards, right?"

　　 Zhang Tong shook his head and chuckled, always a little bit brooding about the nature of himself as an ordinary species.

　　If anyone chooses, who doesn’t want to be an extraordinary species or even a longevity species?

　　 "That day shouldn't be too far away."

　　 Zhang Tong took a deep breath and waved his hands while looking at the children of destiny who were still isolated in the safe zone by the crater mountain range.

　　 The mighty power of the Creator immediately affected the world, and the earth trembled violently again.

　　 The original ring mountain range, under the indescribable great power, began to sink toward the ground.

　　 Under a hundred times the flow rate of time, primitive sapiens who had initially possessed the ability to think, watched the changes in the world in horror.

　　 They didn't know that after losing the protection of the crater, what they had to face next was cruel race competition.

　　Only the horrific pressure of race survival can make Homo sapiens develop in the direction of civilization.

　　 After doing all this, Zhang Tong left the Primordial Realm in a good mood, returned to his room, opened his notebook, and continued to record the evolution of civilization on it:

　　 "On the third day, the creator felt that the world should be wise, so he created the first human being in his own way."

　　 closed his notebook with satisfaction, Zhang Tong immediately lay down to sleep after washing.

　　 The original habit of playing games before going to bed, after gaining twenty-four days, suddenly became dull.

　　 can only play this, play other cough.

　　 The most important thing is that as a seriously ill patient, Zhang Tong now pays attention to his body.

　　 Even if he undertook the great project of creating civilization, Zhang Tong paid great attention to the combination of work and rest, and even Huazi did not smoke.

　　 Well, smoking is harmful to your health!

　　 No words for a night.

　　 Early the next morning, Zhang Tong woke up in a small tent. After a simple wash, Zhang Tong took a quick breakfast, and then he came to Taichu Realm.

　　 The time of one night in the Great World, at a time ratio of one hundred times, is equivalent to more than fifty years in the Primordial Realm.

　　 "This is the kind of wisdom I need!"

As soon as 　　 appeared in the Primordial Realm, Zhang Tong was surprised to find that primitive sapiens with thinking ability had already sprouted civilization.

　　 Although they still live in the cave, they still live in groups.

　　 But judging from the details of their actions, primitive sapiens have produced primitive tribal structures and primitive communication languages.

　　 Fifty years did not allow civilization to be born in the true sense.

　　 The primitive sapiens who can communicate simply and have a social structure still live a life of drinking blood.

　　 Because what they have to face is the cruel nature and the competition for race survival.

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　　 This is a virgin forest without a name, or there is no wisdom species to give it a name for the time being.

　　 In the north of this virgin forest, there is a deep valley where many weak creatures live, and the forests of the valley are also full of edible wild fruits.

　　 The ancestors of primitive Homo sapiens witnessed the collapse of the Tianhuan with their own eyes.

　　 Then the fierce and cruel outside world launched the most brutal impact on them in the next few days.

　　 Facing those ferocious beasts, primitive sapiens who were born weak and fled in all directions.

　　 In the end, a group of primitive Homo sapiens escaped into this valley, where they took root and multiplied under the protection of the valley's special environment.

　　 At first, primitive sapiens were like beasts, they could rest and sleep in any place.

　　 But this is too dangerous. Almost every night, the tribe is killed by the beasts in the valley. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Fortunately, the primitive sapiens found a natural cave, and finally they barely had a place to shelter themselves.

　　 But what followed was the threat of sanitation in the cave and the coldness of the environment.

　　 Primitive Homo sapiens are guided by the Creator to evolve the nature of life, so they have no way to adapt to nature with their own strength.

　　 Even if I found a cave where I could live, I could only linger.

　　 It has only been more than 50 years. Even if a newborn baby arrives, the number of people in the tribe has dropped sharply from several thousand people back then to hundreds now.

　　 "Already on the verge of extinction?"

　　 Zhang Tong suspended high in the sky. With the help of Qi Ling, he saw with his own eyes that all the tribes were similar.

　　 No matter where they flee, they are always faced with the pressure of survival brought by nature.

　　 Homo sapiens without a civilization weapon is the low end of the world’s food chain.

　　 "It seems that I, the creator, will personally end again, otherwise the intelligent race that I have worked hard to create will perish."

　　 "But... I will only give you one chance."

　　 "If with my help, you still can't develop your own civilization, then there is no need for you to exist."

　　 Looking at the life that looked very similar to his own, and died in various tragic and tragic ways of death, Zhang Tong felt a little bit of pity in his heart.

　　 But it was just pity, because he knew that as the creator, he must be fair and just.

　　 Every plant in this world is his painstaking effort.

　　 He can give the protagonist some preferential treatment, but he can never raise the protagonist as a son.

　　 Terran... This civilization is destined to continue to improve.