As they headed north, the weather became even colder.
The howling cold wind carried fine sand and dust as it swept across the plains. It also blew the light and unknown fluffy plants all over the ground. The whole plain was shrouded in a bleak atmosphere. The cold wind seemed to be silently telling the world what a barbaric stage it was in. It was rare to see tall vegetation on the endless wasteland. Due to the cold climate zone and the low temperature that had yet to completely subside, the wasteland was filled with low shrubs and clusters of nameless weeds. It was truly not a place suitable for life to survive.
Of course, it was not suitable for hunting.
Of course, there were hunting grounds and plants, but they were dozens of kilometers away from the wilderness. There was a rather lush coniferous forest. Around the coniferous forest was a medium-sized grassland. Some herbivores and a few kinds of predators appeared in that place. They supported two small primitive tribes. Of course, it was the same the other way around. The primitive tribes also supported the carnivorous beasts in the forest.
This was an era where humans and beasts were on the same level and prey for each other.
Hao Ren was wearing a frayed leather robe and climbed up a protruding rock. His outfit looked weather-beaten, but for the natives of this place, it was still an incomprehensible and magical thing. He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked into the distance. This place full of gravel and tundra looked the same everywhere, but there was no need to worry about getting lost here. There was a very eye-catching landmark in the distance. It was a white cone that reflected the sunlight. From afar, it looked like a white tower. In fact, it was a huge piece of ice. The locals reverently called it "Tatumnu". The awkward-sounding word meant "Tomb of Ice", and the meaning was quite majestic.
Hao Ren looked back. Two skinny men wrapped in animal skins immediately flinched in his eyes. Their skin was light brown, their faces were painted with grass juice and animal blood, and they were holding sticks and spears with stone heads. They were the warriors of the tribe, but they were still terrified when they looked at Hao Ren. The reason was simple: the power beyond their understanding had made these two tribal natives who only had primitive religious concepts extremely afraid. The terrible scene of Hao Ren single-handedly hunting a mammoth with a glowing spear still lingered in the minds of these two tribal warriors.
They were temporary guides. In this era where there were no landmarks, no historical records, and even the terrain was not quite the same as in the future, it was a painful thing to not have a guide. Once, Hao Ren trekked alone in the Gobi Desert for nearly a month. So as long as the conditions were right, he would definitely try to trick one or two local guides into coming here.
Fortunately, as they got closer to the ancient times, the difficulty of deceiving them became lower and lower. Most of the time, they only needed to show some power that was beyond their understanding, and these primitive people, who were full of reverence for nature and mysterious power, would respectfully offer their loyalty.
Of course, there was also a bad side. Communicating with primitive people was always a bit troublesome. Although the translation plug-in could solve the language problem, the difference in worldview could not be ignored. Many times, Hao Ren had to guess from a lot of seemingly right but actually wrong words whether they meant what they said or not.
At this time, he could not help but miss his friends who had left the team, such as Lily, Hessiana, Hasse, and Hesperides. Although the last two of them were usually cold to each other, at least they were on the same level.
But they had all left. Hesperides left the team in 4705 BC, and Hasse stayed with Hao Ren until 6012 BC. After that, Hao Ren continued to travel alone, upstream in the long river of history, exploring the increasingly barbaric ancient Earth.
"Is that where the great god sleeps?"
Hao Ren shook his head and put aside all the irrelevant things. He raised his hand and pointed to the huge iceberg in the distance and asked.
The two tribal warriors waved their arms downwards, which was their habit to express affirmation. Then the taller one said, "Yes, that's right. The surrounding ice melts, but that piece of ice never melts. This used to be our hunting ground, but now no one dares to come here. "
Hao Ren nodded. He already knew this. He had asked around when he was in the primitive tribe: this plain was not as barren as it was now a long time ago. Although the low temperature during the glacial period made vegetation scarce, at least there were some wild animals on the plain. Even if there were not many, it could still support a few small tribes during the difficult times at the end of the glacial period. However, there was an "Almighty" who passed by the plains. She was angry that someone had killed her prey, so she used a large block of ice to freeze the entire plains. This caused several tribes on the plains to have no choice but to migrate to the dense forest where predators were active. Today, only two tribes that had migrated were left.
The Great God lived on the plains. The tribes living nearby believed in this. Although the huge ice that covered the entire land had melted, there was an ice tower in the middle of the plains that looked like an iceberg. This huge ice tower would not shrink even if it was directly hit by the sun or roasted by fire. Around the ice tower, plants would have a hard time growing, and wild animals would not dare to approach it. These were all proof that the Great God lived here.
The superstitious tribespeople believed that the punishment from the Great God was not over yet. She wanted the exiled tribes to prove with courage who was qualified to return to their homeland. That was why the two tribes in the distant forest had been fighting over the years.
Hao Ren did not care about the blind and ignorant myths of the primitive people. He could only be sure of one thing: the "great god" who could freeze the whole plain with a large block of ice should be Vivian.
"I want to go there," Hao Ren said casually.
The two tribal warriors who were acting as guides were startled. Then, they showed great fear at the same time. They couldn't stop trembling and stepped back. "No, no, no, no, no, no one can get close to the Great God's place. We will be frozen into ice cubes and then melt when the sun rises the next day …"
Hao Ren looked at the two primitive people's terrified faces. He could imagine the terrible legend of Vivian's hibernation in the minds of these ignorant ancient people. If he forced them to follow him to dig up Vivian's grave, these two primitive people in animal skins would probably be scared to death.
So he shook his head and said, "You go back. I will go alone."
Then he took out two alloy knives from his Dimensional Pocket and handed them to the two temporary guides. "As promised, this is your reward."
The two tribal warriors carefully took the two weapons that had never appeared in their worldview. They quickly confirmed the sharpness and toughness of the weapons, and were immediately surprised.
Ignoring the two primitive people's thoughts, Hao Ren stepped down from the rock platform and walked towards the Icecrown Tower in the distance.
The cold north wind blew again.
As he walked, he could not help but feel a sense of emptiness and loneliness. Looking at the uninhabited frozen desert, he even felt that he was the only person left in the whole world. How long had this journey of retracing history been going on? He could not even tell. The continuous travel through the distorted and messy space and time had led to confusion in his senses. He went from the advanced cities of human civilization to the dark and barbaric Middle Ages, and then from the backward Middle Ages to the glorious Mythological Era, and then from the Mythological Era to the barbaric ancient times. Advanced and backward, civilized and barbaric, humans and otherworldlings each built two different landscapes in different periods of history. All kinds of contradictory things were distributed in a spiral pattern along this historical track. As a passerby, Hao Ren was not sure if he was following a continuous timeline.
The further he went into the ancient times, the more obvious the feeling became.
Sometimes, his last stop was the ignorant and primitive tribe of nature, and the next he stepped into the steel city of a stranded interstellar spaceship. After coming out of the steel city, he plunged headfirst into a theocratic kingdom, and the next stop in this theocratic kingdom might be filled with magic and steam …
The otherworldlings did not immediately build the great empire of the Mythological Era after arriving on Earth. They also went through the early stages of development. The first stronghold of the otherworldlings might be a broken city wreckage or a crumbling fragment of another dimension. Then they used hundreds or even thousands of years to figure out how to use these things from their home world. After that, they began to turn their attention to the primitive intelligent inhabitants of this planet, which were the people of Earth.
At this moment, Hao Ren was at the point where the otherworldlings had just landed on Earth, and they were still in a state of confusion.
The huge ice block was very close, and at this distance, Hao Ren noticed that it was really huge. The conical ice structure was probably more than a hundred meters tall, and a cold aura spread out from the giant ice block, forming a semi-permanent layer of ice in a radius of a few hundred meters. A strange blood red color was distributed irregularly in this white frozen area, like the capillaries under the skin.
Hao Ren looked past the ice tower and landed on a mountain in the distance. He could see a pillar of light rising from the mountain and slowly sweeping across half of the sky.
That was the observation tower that Odin led his people to build. The Norse gods, who had just recovered from the Alien Syndrome, were about to start observing this mysterious and strange planet. They had hundreds of sick and weak people who needed nourishment and food. In the southern plains, a tribe of runic dwarves were carving runes on the bodies of their young people and celebrating the first furnace of steel. In the more distant mountains, Zeus had just set foot on the land of this planet, looking for rocks that could be used as building materials to repair the collapsed houses on Mount Olympus. In the Ancient Nile Valley, the sun ship of Ra had half plunged into the jungle. Osiris and Isis looked at the broken propulsion engine and were at a loss as to what to do. They were preparing a thousand-year repair plan for the spaceship …
Humans, on the other hand, had not yet recovered from the cold of the Ice Age. Their tribes were not ready for the Age of the Gods, but the Age of Mythology had come.
Hao Ren came to the bottom of the ice tower. Through the thick layer of ice, he could almost see the "princess" sleeping in the ice.
He placed his hand on the ice and sighed softly. "Vivian, I've found you again."
It was 7715 BC. The Ice Age had receded and all things were reborn.
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