As Xia Pingan, who had obtained a master's degree in history from Yuanmingyuan Vocational and Technical College in his previous life, he could confirm that this tribe was an ancient tribe in the Paleolithic Age only by glancing at it for a few times.
Judging from the looks of the tribe, they were the ancestors of Huaxia people. Given the vegetation and trees around the tribe, this tribe should be located in an area north of the Yangtze River.
Xia Pingan saw familiar horse chestnut trees, neem trees, toadstools and birches in the surrounding woods. There were also fiery thorns, wheat plums and other shrubs on the nearby hillsides.
Xia Pingan didn't agree with some historians who used stone grinding as the standard to divide the Paleolithic Age. Such a standard was rigid and ridiculous, which was different from the objective development of history.
According to such standards, if the prehistoric people used various methods to make stone tools, such as touching anvil, throwing and hammering, it meant that they lived in the Paleolithic Age. If a prehistoric person ground a stone, he would live in the Neolithic Age.
Under such standards, if some prehistoric people in the same tribe were not satisfied with the stone tools that were "invented" by historians such as touching anvil, throwing, hammering and hammering, they would simply grind the stone. Then, according to the standards of some historians, wouldn't that tribe live in both the Paleolithic Age and the Neolithic Age?
The standard for the division of the two eras was the assumption that all the ancients would only hammer, throw, strike, beat, and torment the stones, and would not simply grind them?
In Xia Pingan's opinion, such a standard was too rigid. It was made under the premise that none of the prehistoric people were smart.
Xia Pingan insisted that the standard to divide the prehistoric times was whether the prehistoric people had completely mastered fire, which was the key energy source to transform and conquer nature.
Those prehistoric people who could make use of the fire seeds produced by thunder, fire and volcanic eruptions lived in the Old Fire Seed Age. Those who could make fire themselves lived in the Neolithic Age.
Suiren was the only recorded pioneer of the Neolithic Age. It was a great contribution made by the ancestors of Huaxia to the entire human civilization!
Mastering fire meant mastering the most important energy source of this era. Their productivity would be greatly improved. They could use fire to make all kinds of tools and pottery, and process all kinds of food. The population of the tribe could stabilize and multiply, and agricultural production would appear.
Thinking of the words Suiren on the Realm Pearl, Xia Pingan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be …
At this moment, a man wearing animal skin walked out of the cave and began to beat the tree drum at the entrance of the cave with a wooden stick.
The Tree Drum was a hollow old tree trunk. When it was struck with wood, the tree trunk would make thumping sounds that could travel very far.
Hearing that voice, all the people in the tribe who were still busy gathered at the hillside.
In just a moment, the hillside was filled with people. There were thousands of them, men, women, old, and young.
Xia Pingan also followed the crowd and gathered over.
Another group of people rushed out of the cave!
The people who came out of the cave were all strong men and women. They were wrapped in animal skins and held spears in their hands. Walking at the front was an old man with a head full of white hair, a walking stick in his hand, and a necklace made of animal bones around his neck.
Behind the old man, a tall man with disheveled hair was escorted out of the cave by a rope made of vines. With a gloomy look, the man staggered.
The old man with the walking stick raised his hands high. The crowd at the entrance of the cave became quiet at once.
The old man with the necklace made of animal bones glanced around with a mournful look before exclaiming at the entrance of the cave, "God is punishing us. The immortal fire of our tribe has been extinguished …"
The crowd was in an uproar. At once, some people started to kneel down and pray. Some even burst into tears.
On the hillside with thousands of people, countless people cried loudly as if it was the end of the world.
"Without the immortal fire, how can we resist the terrifying darkness that swallows the sky and the earth? Without the immortal fire, the ferocious beasts, tigers, wolves, and poisonous insects will swallow us up and bite us to death when we sleep. Without the immortal fire, the winter is coming. Countless of our tribesmen will freeze to death …" The old man with the necklace made of animal bones looked up at the sky and cried.
"Without the immortal fire, our warriors can't make sharp and hard wooden spears. Without the immortal fire, we can only continue to eat raw and cold beast meat. Food can't be stored for too long. Our bodies will be weak and we will get diseases. Our children will no longer be strong and it will be difficult for them to grow up …"
The cries on the hillside resounded throughout the world.
For such a tribe, the fire was the treasure of the entire tribe. It was the most precious thing and the only source of energy that people could control. Without the fire, the entire tribe could hardly survive in the Wasteland and would face all kinds of difficulties.
"This man is the strongest warrior of our tribe. We gave him the responsibility of guarding the immortal fire, but he accidentally fell asleep last night and caused our immortal fire to extinguish …"
"Kill him, kill him, kill him …"
Numerous people on the hillside roared as they glared at the man who was tied up. The man who was tied up wept bitterly as he knelt on the ground and cried, "Chieftain, I'm willing to atone for my crimes with my life. But before I die, please let me and the other warriors bring back the tinder of the immortal fire. Please let me die on the way to atone for my crimes …"
The warrior who was weeping bitterly and regretfully didn't calm down the furious crowd. Because in everyone's eyes, the value of the tinder was much higher than a person's life.
"He has to be responsible for his crimes. But before we punish him, our tribe needs a team of brave warriors to cross the numerous mountains in the distance and go to the mountain pass where the flame gushes out of the ground to bring back the tinder of the immortal fire …" The old man pointed at the mountains in the distance as he said in a heavy and sorrowful voice.
Looking at the mountains in the distance, countless people fell silent. There were countless ferocious beasts in the mountains and the journey was difficult. Moreover, it was said that the mountain pass where the flame gushed out of the ground was also very dangerous. To bring back the immortal fire from the mountains in the distance was a mission. For those who went there, they might not be able to successfully bring back the tinder even if they had a slim chance of survival.
Many tribes sent warriors to bring back the immortal fire, but in the end, there was no news of them and they never came back.
Most of the time, many teams had to be sent out continuously to bring back a fire seed. Only then would one team be able to successfully bring back a fire seed.
For all the warriors, this was the most difficult and dangerous test of this era.
For the sake of a tinder, between the rise and fall of the sun and the moon, there were people dying almost every day.
"I'm already old. This tribe needs a new chieftain. The warrior who can bring back the immortal fire this time can replace me and become the next chieftain of our tribe …"
Soon after the old man finished his words, warriors from the crowd who had been hesitating stood out one after another and were willing to cross the mountains to bring back the tinder of the immortal fire.
Xia Pingan had been watching on the side. At this moment, when he thought of the three words "Suiren" on the Realm Bead, Xia Pingan finally knew what he had to do.
If his understanding was correct, he had to take on the role of Suiren and the historical mission of Suiren on this occasion.
Xia Pingan was thrilled as an indescribable emotion and restlessness surged in his body.
Under the gaze of the public, Xia Pingan walked out of the crowd as he took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Chieftain, there's no need to sacrifice the warriors of our tribe. Give me half a day and I will bring back the immortal fire so that the immortal fire of our tribe will never be extinguished …"
The crowd was in an uproar as they stared at Xia Pingan in disbelief. The chieftain also glared at Xia Pingan, "Do you know what you're talking about?"
"If I can't do it, please punish me, chieftain. I'm willing to accept any punishment!"
"Are you waiting for the immortal fire brought by the Heavenly Thunder?" The old man took the lead to take a look at the sunny sky before glaring at Xia Pingan. "Nobody knows when the heavenly fire will arrive. It might only happen after the heavy snowfall when the leaves turn green many times …"
"I'm not waiting for the immortal fire. I don't need to wait for the immortal fire. I can produce the immortal fire by myself!" Xia Pingan said loudly.
The entire tribe was in an uproar. Everyone looked at Xia Pingan in shock. In the eyes of the people in the tribe, this person who stood up and said such words was simply crazy. Without waiting for the Heavenly Fire, without gathering the Earthly Fire, how could he produce the Divine Fire?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Fire was an immortal object. How could a man produce an immortal object? Wouldn't that make a man the same as a god?
"If you can do it, you're the one sent by the heavens to bring us the immortal fire. The entire tribe will listen to you in the future!" The old man said straightforwardly, "If you can't do it, you'll follow those warriors over the mountains to get the immortal fire!"
"Okay!" Xia Pingan smiled as he looked around, "Everyone can watch how I produce the immortal fire in our tribe. I need to prepare some tools …"
"I'll give you whatever you need …" The chieftain said directly. He didn't believe that Xia Pingan could produce the immortal fire with just some tools. He just wanted to see what tricks Xia Pingan was playing.
The entire tribe became curious. Xia Pingan didn't care what they thought as he began to prepare the tools under everyone's eyes.
Xia Pingan first found a wooden stick that was a few feet long. He then pulled apart the soft vines and made a rope. He tied the rope to both sides of the wooden stick and pulled it tight. However, the wooden stick didn't bend. He made it into a simple tool that was similar to a zither bow.
After that, Xia Pingan found a piece of dry firewood in the cave. It was a short dry stick. He sharpened one end of the dry stick on a rock and then used a stone chisel to cut a hole in the firewood. He made another small hole next to the hole he had made.
After that, Xia Pingan found a piece of dry wood and had the people next to him use stones to beat the dry wood until it became fine and fibrous. After that, Xia Pingan began to demonstrate how to drill the wood to start a fire.
He stepped on the hole in the wood and inserted the sharpened wooden stick into the hole. He then wrapped the bow-like rope around the short stick. As Xia Pingan pulled the wooden stick, the sharpened short stick rapidly rotated and rubbed against the wooden hole.
Drilling the wood to start a fire was a piece of cake for Xia Pingan.
More than ten minutes later, under the astonished gazes of everyone, as Xia Pingan's movements became more and more proficient, the wooden board with holes started to smoke. The smoking wood shavings leaked out from the wooden holes on the side and landed on the pile of dried grass and wood that had been hammered into a velvety state.
Smoke gradually rose from the pile of dry, furry vegetation. Xia Pingan gently blew on it with his mouth, and a moment later, a flame finally emerged from the small pile of vegetation.
Success!
The people in the tribe were dumbfounded as if they had witnessed a miracle.
Xia Pingan continued to add fine firewood to the flame. After a while, he started a raging bonfire on the spot.
"Sacred fire, the sacred fire has been ignited …" The whole tribe was in an uproar. They looked at Xia Pingan as if they were looking at a god.
What Xia Pingan had just done was tantamount to a magic show in front of everyone in the tribe. The precious sacred fire had been conjured in Xia Pingan's hands.
The sacred fire did not come from the sky or the earth, but from themselves. It had been conjured in Xia Pingan's hands.
In everyone's eyes, this was a miracle comparable to the power of heaven and earth!
The tribal chief was also excited. He even put his hand on the burning flame to test the temperature. He wanted to see if the fire was real.
Countless people rushed towards Xia Pingan and surrounded Xia Pingan. They were all very excited and asked how he could conjure the sacred fire.
Xia Pingan looked at the excited crowd and said softly, "Don't be so excited, I can teach you …"
Then, Xia Pingan picked out a few warriors and young people, including the person who was tied up, and let them follow him to learn how to drill wood to make fire.
The second person learned, the third learned, and the whole tribe was in an uproar.
In the next few days, many neighboring tribes heard that someone in the tribe could conjure sacred fire and sent people to the tribe to learn.
Xia Pingan did not hide anything. As long as people came to learn, he would teach them the skill of drilling wood to make fire.
A few days later, Xia Pingan had a resounding name in all the surrounding tribes — Suiren!
Before this, he had no name. The people in the tribe did not have a name.
Suiren was a person who could use the method of drilling wood to make fire. The meaning of 'Suiren' was similar to that of a god!
At this time, the people in the tribe did not have a name. Xia Pingan became the first person to have a name …
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