This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 4: Fellow Daoist, Please Wait [New book, please add to your collection and follow!]

Stepping onto the real earth always gave him a feeling of emptiness.

Kunpeng had to face this harsh reality.

Perhaps, just perhaps... perhaps even the universe of this sub-world is very ephemeral.

It barely has the outline and concept of a world, and it's a little more unreal than the real world.

The reason is also due to the unconventional development, a consequence of simulating the prehistoric era.

He lowered his head and began searching for something edible.

I once imagined wandering the world with a sword, witnessing the splendor of the primordial wilderness, but the reality is that I have to survive in the wild.

Food was hard to find, so he dug up a lot of grass roots along the way to see if there was anything edible.

Overall, the chances of starving to death are negligible.

After all, it's a body several times larger than in the previous life. What couldn't be eaten or digested in the previous life, can be easily digested in this life.

He discovered his first innate supernatural ability as a prehistoric overlord: to eat and digest grass.

What an incredibly useful and powerful supernatural ability!

Having avoided the crisis of starvation, Kunpeng is not too hungry yet, not to the point of exhaustion, so he plans to endure it and eat as little grass as possible.

After all... it's really outrageous.

He turned his attention to exploring new things, to see what other strange sights this seed world-like wilderness might hold.

Once he truly began to explore, he actually discovered a beautiful landscape.

After he crossed a mountain, he saw a figure lying on the ground in the valley below a river.

"Humans? No, are they other powerful beings from the primordial era?"

Kunpeng tensed up, and a storm of thoughts began to rage through his mind.

Considering how to deal with this situation, I thought of the settings in countless prehistoric novels I had read in my previous life, and how I should make my entrance.

"Would you like me to recite a poem?"

Kunpeng thought to himself.

"Is there an entrance poem for the Kunpeng Demon Master? Well, even if there is, I don't remember it. Besides, the appearances of the big shots are auspicious omens brought about by the Dao, but with my strength, forget it. If I'm too far away, people might not be able to hear me clearly if I recite the poem, and if I'm too close, they'll think I'm crazy for reciting a poem."

Kunpeng has made peace with himself and decided not to use an entrance poem.

But he fell into a new anxiety.

"It is said that contact leads to cause and effect, and cause and effect is a complicated thing. The wisest person is one who stays out of trouble and doesn't care about the conflicts of the world, just like Yang Mei."

"Those who roam freely in the primordial world never have a good ending, while those who keep a low profile and avoid getting involved in karma all have a peaceful end. What should I do?"

He might just be someone who likes to overthink things.

They are very prone to overthinking.

"Fellow Daoist ahead, please wait!"

Just then, as he was pondering how to deal with the situation, a shout from afar suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

It made him inexplicably nervous.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the person who had been lying on the ground just moments before.

The man was very excited to see him, looking quite pleased with himself, and he was clutching a handful of grass in his hand.

He ran towards him at top speed, covering five meters per step.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist. I am Xiyi Daoren. May I ask your honorable title?"

The man was very enthusiastic, looking at Kunpeng with a big smile.

Only the green of the grass juice still clung to his lips, and in his clasped hands, he tightly gripped a handful of green grass.

His shabby clothes were covered in dust, which didn't suit his name, Xiyi Daoren, at all.

The Great Dao is said to be one of the oldest primordial deities during the creation of the world.

There aren't many myths or legends about it that have been passed down, but it's definitely not a simple name.

In the primordial world, what kind of strength is worthy of a corresponding name? If one's strength is not worthy of it, one will certainly not have a good end.

"I am Kunpeng Daoist."

Kunpeng's first impression was that this person was not as strong as himself.

It wasn't obtained through any divine perception or some mysterious means.

Kunpeng didn't possess any such supernatural abilities; it simply instinctively sensed that Kunpeng was not as strong as Kunpeng.

I can travel ten meters in one step, while this person can only travel five meters. Even if he is holding back, he can't exceed ten meters in one step.

That's right, judging strength is that simple.

I can cover ten meters in one step, while you can only cover five meters. I am strong, and you are weak.

High-end comparisons are that simple.

"Kunpeng? This humble Taoist Xiyi greets Fellow Taoist Kunpeng." Taoist Xiyi bowed and clasped his hands in a solemn manner.

Damn rituals! Do these poor, born-without-of-life beings have to do this?

"You're too kind, I've met Fellow Daoist Xiyi." Kunpeng also greeted him in the same manner, following local customs.

"Wait, fellow Daoist, you're wrong, you're wrong... Like this, raise your hands a little higher and lower your waist a little lower, like this, like this, and like this again, that's right, that's it, that's the proper etiquette."

I thought the cupped-hands greeting was a simple, formulaic gesture, but it turned out to be more complicated than I expected.

Kunpeng's casual cupping gesture revealed a profound meaning to the Taoist Xiyi opposite him, who then enthusiastically taught Kunpeng and corrected his incorrect cupping etiquette.

Kunpeng: ...?

I was speechless and a little embarrassed by what they were doing. Is this thing really that complicated?

Can't you just hand it over casually?

"Huh?"

As embarrassing as Kunpeng is, Xiyi is as proud as he is.

He probably already had a preconceived notion that the fellow Daoist Kunpeng opposite him was inferior to him and didn't even know proper etiquette. How could that be acceptable?

If you lack manners, how can you live up to your noble and sacred status?

"Fellow Daoist Xiyi, is this very important?" Kunpeng couldn't help but ask.

You were lying on the ground eating grass, so how come you suddenly look so "human" after standing up?

"This is very important," Xi Yi said solemnly. "We are all innate saints, born holy, inheriting the pride of heaven and earth. We are the most precious and greatest beings. What distinguishes the great from the mortal is precisely these etiquettes and attitudes..."

When Xi Yi started talking about this, he was wide awake and launched into a long and eloquent narration.

He spoke with righteous indignation, with resounding conviction, with earth-shattering force.

Using such great and sacred words on oneself without spending a penny—that's truly authentic.

Kunpeng could no longer listen to this, but he remembered a lot of vocabulary.

It's not that I'm uncultured and need to learn, but rather that these words are exactly the same as those in the Xia Kingdom where I lived in my previous life, and even the language is Mandarin.

This?

That's amazing, isn't it?

Why does this pirated version of the prehistoric world seem so strange?

But there was a strange familiarity about it.

Now I finally understand, it's just a copy, or rather, a pirated version, of my own Xia Kingdom culture.

He finally confirmed that his communication with Xi Yi was "true" oral transmission, not so-called communication of divine will.

That's too advanced; neither I nor Xiyi know how to do it.

Since it's not a communication through divine perception, the language used in oral transmission becomes very important.

Language, as the saying goes, requires people within the same language circle to communicate without barriers.

He only speaks Chinese, and he understands everything Xi Yi says. Excluding high-level communication through divine will, it's just the simplest Mandarin.

Why is the language of this ancient civilization Mandarin?

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