Chapter 813: Nuwa Island (1)

At an unknown distance from the continent where the Flame Dynasty lies, there is a continent almost still in a primordial, barbaric state.

This continent is immensely vast; even if the land where the Flame Dynasty resides were compared to it, the Flame Dynasty's land would be like a sesame seed, while this barbaric continent would be the size of dozens of pancakes patched together.

On this continent, giant beasts roam, ferocious birds are countless, everywhere is primordial forest; there are no cities, towns, or villages to be seen, nor any magnificent, splendid palaces.

All kinds of intelligent peoples, as if returned to the primordial barbaric wilderness, rely on natural caves to fend off external dangers, depend on collective strength, and desperately struggle to survive on this perilous continent.

Danger lurks everywhere; a deadly calamity may befall at any moment without warning.

Therefore, on this continent, any surviving people are extraordinarily fierce. Even those tribes such as dwarves and pygmies that occupy the bottom of the food chain in the underground world of the Fuxi Divine Kingdom, and are bullied and slaughtered by other peoples, are each incredibly ferocious.

Here, dwarves marching in columns like army ants can easily slay giant beasts.

Here, a few teams of dwarves, after using their divine abilities, can kill flood dragons head-on.

Just to the south of this primordial continent lies an endless sea, upon which exists an extremely tiny island.

The small island is shaped like a ribbon fish, stretching over three thousand li east-west and less than five hundred li north-south; its highest peak is only a few hundred zhang tall. Compared to the islands of Mu Dalu that span hundreds of thousands or millions of li, this island is minuscule to the point of being negligible.

The island is covered in dense primordial forest, with small villages scattered along the central mountain range from east to west.

Each of these small villages has a population of a few hundred to several thousand people.

Around the villages, farmland has been cleared, with mulberry groves, fisheries, and also tea plantations and medicinal fields.

The villagers strictly follow the lifestyle of ancient human ancestors in their primordial state: drilling wood for fire, making pottery and weaving nets, wearing animal skins, and subsisting mainly on gathered wild fruits and fungi.

Here, the men are all tall and sturdy, the women all slender and athletic; regardless of gender, each person's aura is like a dragon, their eyes flicker with divine light, their movements are accompanied by wind and thunder, and rosy light follows them—truly they are no different from the legendary primordial deities.

Yet, no matter how great their supernatural powers, they simply live in austerely adhering to their ancestors' oldest, most primitive ways on this small island.

At the island's center, below the main peak of the mountain range, outside a village much larger than the others, on a flat training field, hundreds of tender children, bare-bodied, swing their fists, practicing one-on-one punches and kicks in the most basic martial training.

Although young, when these children throw punches and kicks, their fists shoot forth like meteors, their legs like great axes; with each punch and kick thunder roars, and though they appear only three or five years old, each is already a cultivator of the Divine Realm.

According to the most widely used cultivation system's realms, these children were divine beings from birth.

Dozens of bare-chested, long-haired, mountain-strong men, their eyes emitting prolonged divine light, stand at the edge of the training field, constantly uttering exquisite cultivation mantras.

If Wu Tie were here, he would surely be utterly shocked.

Among the cultivation mantras casually spoken by these burly men are the Original Beginning Scripture, the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, the Pangu Scripture, and the Myriad Tribulations Scripture, as well as many other divine arts and secret techniques that exist in Wu Tie's memory bank but which he has never had time to cultivate.

Especially the Original Beginning Scripture… Wu Tie is not the only person in the world who cultivates the Original Beginning Scripture.

On these children's bodies, lines of Great Dao patterns writhe like dragons, slowly circulating within them; these children, many of them, have already reached a cultivation level above the Fifth Heaven of the Divine Realm.

Born as Divine Realm cultivators, then turning back to re‑cultivate the Original Beginning Scripture… this would produce unfathomably wondrous changes, yet even Wu Tie cannot fully comprehend them.

In the middle of the village, beneath a large thatched shed, nearly a thousand young girls clad in animal skins kneel neatly on square stone slabs, quietly listening to the lecture of a long‑haired woman at the center of the shed.

"Defend the tribe, protect the people—this is the innate duty of those savage boys."

"As for the women of our Nuwa Clan, we inherit wisdom, preserve the spark, and in this endless night guard the last hope of the Pangu Descendants."

"Therefore, remember forever: those male clansmen may be violent, angry, jealous, hateful… they may act recklessly, sacrificing their lives for fleeting pleasure."

"And you, the finest women of the Nuwa Clan, be calm, be calm, absolutely calm; in absolute calm, use your wisdom to judge everything, weigh everything, decide everything. Each of your decisions concerns not only the life and death of those around you, but may also affect the survival of the entire Pangu Descendants."

"Thus, you are destined to endure far more hardship than they; they need only learn how to fight, whereas you must master countless knowledge in addition to combat."

"This is your first day on Nuwa Island; you must understand one thing. Our clan's heritage is like a lamp in a hurricane, liable to be extinguished at any moment. You are the wick of that lamp, burning yourselves to illuminate the people."

"Today's first lesson begins with the Sage Cangjie's creation of characters."

"First we must clarify where the meaning of writing lies."

The long‑haired woman's voice carries far on the wind; outside a crude wooden house not far away, beneath a simple thatched awning, two extremely elderly women sit on two tree stumps, holding clay tea cups and drinking steaming large‑leaf tea.

The tea leaves are of very ordinary quality; even the everyday tea drunk by small landowners of three to five hundred mu in Wu Tie's Wuguo cannot compare. It is simply the product of the most common mountain tea trees, whose large leaves are plucked at random and dried in the sun.

Yet the two old women are content; after a puff and a sip, their whole bodies exude an inexplicable aura of abundance, health, and great joy.

The animal skins they wear are unknown how many years old, polished to a glossy sheen, with all the fur worn away.

Yet the topic of their conversation is enough to shake the entire Flame Dynasty and the entire Wuguo.

"The wind is rising…" an old woman narrowed her eyes, gazing at the layers of black clouds on the horizon.