This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 28: My One Small Step, A Giant Leap for the Primordial World

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, what about those living beings? Can we..."

Hongjun asked meaningfully, his eyes filled with pity.

"Of course not, Fellow Daoist Hongjun. Everything else is negotiable, but this is impossible... Let me ask you, even if we rescue them and bring them to our Primordial World, how do you plan to arrange for them? Without undergoing rebirth through returning to their origin, are they considered beings of our Primordial World? Are we capable of supporting other beings?"

Kunpeng didn't give Hongjun a chance at all, and asked him three questions in a row.

"Besides, can you be sure which are the real creatures and which are fake?"

"Me?" Hongjun remained silent.

Indeed, how should I arrange things for them?

Without returning to one's origin, one cannot be considered a primordial being. For a being, returning to its origin means being reborn after death in the cycle of reincarnation.

Is this a rescue?

Does that mean: Don't be afraid, I'll come to save you. Go to our place and die, and you'll be free.

If that's the case, even if everyone in this world is crazy, they'll still think Hongjun is the crazy one.

Moreover, one cannot even confirm who is the real being and who is the distorted projection.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. If all else fails, you stay here and I'll go move my things," Luo Hou mocked.

"It was my mistake that made me confused," Hongjun said, giving up.

"Fellow Daoist, consider only what you are capable of. If we can't save them, let's save ourselves first." Kunpeng really couldn't bear to hurt a good person.

The only thing the current prehistoric world can't do is secretly move some things.

This world is terrifying; this is a certainty born from both feeling and cognition.

One wrong move and you could die without even knowing how. This world, with its distorted and broken rules and chaotic time and space, is fraught with danger at every turn.

"Understood, the old Taoist priest will not ask any more questions."

Hongjun Daoist seemed to be forcing himself to be patient.

"Okay, let's proceed according to plan."

This was not the time to comfort him, so Kunpeng didn't say anything more.

Instead, he looked at Rahu and the other three: "Everyone, please keep a close watch. Also, if you discover any danger, please warn us immediately."

Luo Hou, Qian Kun, and the other three nodded solemnly.

Kunpeng's warning was that this place was even more of a maze than a maze, even more of a ghostly maze than a ghostly wall.

What seems close may actually be far away; what seems far away may actually be right next to you.

From a distance, you'll see a wall in front of you, but when you stand up close, you'll see a main road.

This is the point: one team conducts hands-on exploration, while another team provides guidance from afar, thus increasing the margin for error.

"Don't worry." Luo Hou nodded.

"action!"

Kunpeng gave the order.

Then he looked at Hongjun.

Hongjun: ? ?

"Uh, over here, over here, I feel like this is a good spot."

Hongjun finally realized what was happening.

She almost forgot that she was a Fuwa mascot.

As Fellow Daoist Kunpeng said last night, he goes wherever he wants without any regard for reason, relying solely on gambling with his life.

"Walk!"

Following the direction specified by Hongjun, Kunpeng slowly began to move forward.

Each of the four people had a very precious stick. As for why it was precious?

Nonsense, it was made from four trees cut down in the primordial wilderness, how could it not be precious?

There are only a few trees in the entire primordial world. They might be some kind of innate spiritual root in the future. How could they not be precious?

It's all for the purpose of exploring the way. Like a blind person, the stick is the only thing that matters. Only when the stick is intact can one feel safe to step on it.

What if what appears to be land is actually a spatial rift?

If you step on something carelessly without first using a stick to explore it, you'll die.

Sure enough, the Fuwa do live up to their name; the direction Hongjun pointed out was perfectly safe to step into.

"Everyone, although this is a small step for us, it is a giant leap for the primordial world. History will remember this step we have taken." Kunpeng couldn't help but think of this sentence.

"Haha..." Everyone was very happy.

I don't know what they're happy about, they're a bunch of lunatics.

"Our first harvest is just ahead, Fellow Daoist Xiyi, prepare."

After another three safe steps, a piece of rotten wood appeared within their reach.

The garbage-collecting team is about to get their first harvest in this world.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun?" Kunpeng asked.

"Hmm, I feel like this wood has a connection with us."

Hongjun replied that this meant the wood was probably safe.

As for why? Don't ask, it's purely based on metaphysics.

If Hongjun senses no danger, then it's good material; if he senses danger in the wood, then he'll leave it untouched.

Those who possess the highest level of cultivation, being martial arts masters, have no divine sense, no willpower, and no magical means; they can only rely on metaphysics.

"Alright, Fellow Daoist Xiyi," Kunpeng said again.

"Don't worry," Xi Yi replied quickly.

This was agreed upon last night. Hongjun chose him as the number one transporter.

Kunpeng was in charge of command, and Yangmei was the second transporter.

"call!"

Another step, and finally, they were close to the rotten wood.

Well, if Hongjun hadn't said that this piece of wood was destined for something, Kunpeng would never have thought it was a good thing.

Nothing in this world is normal. Take this rotten wood, for example. It looks decayed, but it exudes a strong smell of blood, as if the whole piece of wood has been soaked in blood.

What he found most unacceptable was that the blood blisters on the wood looked like pairs of eyes staring at him.

If you still don't understand, imagine a Cthulhu tentacle monster with tentacles covered in human eyes.

"you……?"

Kunpeng almost couldn't resist asking Hongjun if they were truly destined to be together.

But he held back his words. If you believe, you won't doubt; if you doubt, you won't believe. Since he believed, he shouldn't ask any more questions.

"Action!" Kunpeng continued to command.

Xi Yi was also a little scared. If someone wasn't scared of this thing, he wasn't the real Daoist Xi Yi; he was just a martial arts practitioner.

But his main principle is to be obedient. If Fuwa decides or the captain gives the order, then he will do it.

He carefully reached for it with his hands, but nearly strained his back.

"What's going on?" Kunpeng asked.

"It's alright, I was careless. This thing is heavy, I need to give it my all."

Xi Yi waved his hand to indicate that he was alright.

Then, with all his might, he lifted it up with both hands. Despite his average stride of five meters, he could barely lift it.

Fortunately, trusting Fuwa Hongjun was the right thing to do. Although it was very painful, this piece of rotten wood didn't cause any trouble.

Nothing unexpected was discovered.

He struggled to lift it up, then returned along the safe route he had taken earlier.

Until it was delivered to the place guarded by four goalkeepers, the four goalkeepers were also responsible for carrying it back, making their role as gatekeepers far from simple.

Kunwu was in charge of moving it. He carefully took it, wanting to complain, but he held it back.

Everything proceeded according to plan, and everything went smoothly.

Kunwu's figure disappeared into the dark passage.

"Phew! It worked!"

Kunpeng couldn't help but wave his arm.

Others may not understand the significance of this moment, but he does.

This means that the plan to replenish the primordial wasteland has been completed. As long as we move things little by little, we will eventually move enough of the primordial essence.

If the source is sufficient, the primordial world will definitely be very different.

This is not simply a piece of wood being sent back; it is hope being carried back.

It's hope!

however……