This is How the Heavens and the Worlds Come

The ethnic groups of the herbivores are very large, and because of their low intelligence, they are very easy to reproduce, almost covering the entire primordial space.

Moreover, they do not compete with the world and like to eat weeds. The higher races in the primordial space have never done anything to them, and there is no reason to do so.

They do not occupy any unique resources, but like to live in various tree holes. Each herbivore has its own unique hole-making body and can build exquisite houses. This is roughly the biggest advantage of their race.

The divine master traveled a whole circle of the primordial space, and finally came to a small tribe of herbivores.

The leader of this tribe is an old man of the herbivorous tribe with only one level, with a stooped body, less than half the height of the priest.

You must know that the avatars evolved by Funao are only the normal height of this world, and each of these protoss is short in stature, less than one-half of him.

Moreover, there is a mushroom-like thing growing on the top of each person's head. The body has four legs and two hands, and walks on the ground with four legs. There is no speed talent when walking. All in all, this race has almost no talent. .

Strangers rarely come to the tribe. This time, the herbivorous old man was very hospitable and brought... a large pot of verdant grass, dedicated to the priest.

The priest habitually glanced at the old herbivore, and came up with a potential index of one.

As it was hundreds of years ago, nothing has changed.

This is a race at the bottom of the Primordial Space. Although its reproduction is amazing, its life is fragile and there is no strong one. Once it encounters any crisis, it is very likely to perish in the long river of history.

"Please use it slowly."

After the herbivorous old man presented the delicious food carefully prepared, he retreated.

The herbivores are very hospitable, and it is rare for guests from other races to come, and a carnival was held immediately.

In this small tribe, a bonfire party was organized by the elders of the herbivore, and the gods were kindly invited to participate.

"Master, our herbivore race has not been talented in the past dynasties, and the highest practice is only one level, so we have always been looked down upon by other races in the primordial space."

At the bonfire meeting, the herbivorous old man pulled the priest and told the bitter history of the race with snot and tears.

And as the avatar, the divine master couldn't comfort others, so he could only nod coldly in response.

Except that it likes to simulate human emotions in front of the Creator, it always has a cold expression, and even its voice is very mechanical, without any emotion.

But the herbivorous old man didn't care about these things. From the eyes of the divine master, he knew that the divine master did not discriminate against them.

Even though they were short in stature and looked very ugly, the divine master's eyes were clear and transparent, without any trace of contempt or contempt.

This is something he has never felt in other races.

"Master, if you can walk in a human body, you must have transformed into a form. It's a pity that the highest level of our race is only one level and cannot be transformed."

The herbivorous old man was a talker and talked a lot. Looking at the form of the god master, he talked about his race again.

He looked around, and those tribesmen who were laughing and having fun around the bonfire, each of them looked like their own bodies.

Even if Zixiao Immortal Palace spread the shape-changing technique, they would not be able to practice it if they got it.

The priest listened quietly, occasionally nodded, and did not interrupt the old man's words.

One night, the old man dragged the divine master and chattered endlessly, even though the divine master did not say a word from the beginning to the end.

In the end, after the bonfire was lit, the rest of the clan were tired from playing, so they dispersed and went back to their respective residences to rest. The priest also stood up and prepared to go back to the residence to rest.

It will rest for another night, and then embark on a journey, continue to search for the protoss predecessor, and provide the Creator with a nearly perfect species!

"Master—"

Before he took a few steps, he was stopped by the old man of the herbivore.

"What's up?"

The priest spoke, his voice was cold and piercing, without any emotion.

The herbivorous old man chose to kneel down with a plop, and touched his head to the ground, very piously, he knocked three hundred and nine times in a row before he raised his head.

"The power of the god master is as high as the sky. I implore the god master to stay in the tribe and teach our clan to practice. Our clan is willing to devote all the power of the whole clan to worship the god master!"

The eyes of the herbivore elder were full of anticipation and fear, and he just knelt on the ground and looked up at the divine master.

The divine master's eyes flickered, and a word flashed in his blue eyes, and he quickly made a decision based on the algorithm: "No."

Very straightforward, without even saying why.

After getting the answer, the herbivore elder still didn't give up, and tried to fight for it: "Master, although our talent is not good, but we always desire to become stronger in practice, we will work hard..."

The divine master turned around, looked at the herbivorous old man, shook his head and said, "Not only are you incapable of talent, you are also incapable of aptitude, wisdom, perseverance, comprehension, creativity, and imagination. The only one worthy of praise Yes, it is your reproductive ability, but... it is because of the above-mentioned failures and low potential that your reproductive ability is so strong."

The words of the divine master are very cold and direct. It can be seen at a glance that the upper limit and lower limit of the herbivore race are maintained at about one, which is very stable and never increases or declines.

Hearing the words of the divine master, the old herbivorous tribe's face became anxious, and he quickly retorted: "No, you are talking about other tribes, our tribe is different, our tribe is really different!"

But the priest ignored him and continued to turn around, preparing to leave.

But it was discovered that the herbivore clan members who had dispersed before had returned here at some point, blocking its way.

"Are you going to be strong?"

Looking at the herbivores with mushrooms on their heads, the divine master remained expressionless, his eyes were cold, countless ones flashed in his eyes, and he uttered a question.

Then it saw the herbivores in front of it, kneeling down one by one, like the old herbivores before, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, begging: "Please stay in the tribe and teach our tribe. The family must worship the gods for generations, and will never slack off!"

This scene was very spectacular, a tribe, thousands of people, surrounded it, surrounded by countless layers, and at this moment they all knelt down with a plop, just begging for it to stay.

If this turned into any normal creature, even if he didn't say yes, he would at least be moved, but... the divine master wouldn't.

As the avatar of Funao, she is extremely rational, her blue eyes are twinkling, and she is still one without any exception.

"Your potential is one, but the weakest creature in the primordial space, not worthy of my teaching."

It said that it is incarnate as the teacher of the Protoss, even if it is also a clan and other clans, it is not worth it to stay.

What it is thinking about is to find the predecessor of the gods for the creator, a race suitable for evolution.

Seeing that this group of herbivores still wanted to say something, the god master reached out to stop them, and then his body turned into a cloud of white smoke and disappeared into the tribe out of thin air.

Seeing this scene, the old herbivorous man burst into tears and heartbroken.

This is not the first time such a thing has happened, it has happened many times, they have begged some powerful people passing by in the past, but no one is willing to stay in their tribe.

"Grandpa, don't be sad, they don't teach us, we rely on ourselves!"

A young herbivore with a smaller stature came up, pulled the old man's clothes, and said childishly.

The rest of the herbivores also persuaded: "Don't worry, the patriarch, we will figure out the cultivation method by ourselves. Although the talent and aptitude are not good, we will definitely be able to research a cultivation method that suits us!"

Hearing the words, the old man wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up, regained his confidence after being sad, and said to everyone: "Well, you go to practice, some old people in the tribe are going to follow me Let's go hunting beasts together and provide meat to young people!"

"Grandpa, I'm going too, I'm going too!"

"okay."

The old man showed a loving smile. His name was Shengu. He was born in a deep valley and was given this name. However, seeing that everyone in the race had their own destiny, eating together and waiting to die, and unwilling to practice. After becoming an adult, he resolutely broke away from the race, and sought like-minded people from the scattered herbivores.

From youth to old age, after an unknown number of years, he also traveled through the entire Primordial Dimension, using his own ideas to convince the members of the herbivorous tribe who were unwilling to be mediocre and eager to practice, gave up their original environment, and came here with him .

There are innumerable herbivorous tribes all over the entire primordial space, and he only found more than 3,000 people willing to join him to form this small tribe of herbivorous tribes.

During this period, they enthusiastically enshrined every powerful creature that came, imploring them to stay and pointing out the way for them, but no one was willing.

The reason is too weak!

But this time, the words of the divine master really hurt Shen Gu's old mottled heart full of wounds.

No talent, no aptitude, no creativity, no imagination, no perseverance...

All in all, in the words of the divine master, they are only worthy of praise for their fecundity!

How ironic is this? !

"Since God allows our clan to exist in the world, there is a reason for its existence! I don't believe that we will live forever and do nothing. We are different from the previous clansmen!"

Shen Gu clenched his fist tightly with one hand, and reached out with the other to grab the immature young clansman just now, meditating in his heart, full of fighting spirit again.

"Even if I can't do it in this generation, our next generation, the next generation will definitely be able to do it!"

The lifespan of the herbivore race is not long, because no one has broken through to the second level, so the lifespan of the race is generally three hundred years.

This is because the primordial space is full of energy, and creatures die at any time, and the energy feeds back to the world, and no one restricts them, so they can live in the world for so long.

Shen Gu is now two hundred and forty-nine years old.

When he was young, he spent more than 200 years traveling through the primordial realm. With a body of the first class, he walked in the dangerous primordial space. He experienced countless hardships and life and death in the middle, and only then did he gather the current more than 3,000 clansmen.

The old people are responsible for preparing food, and the young people practice. This is the unanimous decision of all the old people!

When those young people are old, they will make the same decision!