“Our ancestors created the land, all things, and humankind…”

“He is eternal and immortal, just like Heaven and Earth and all things. We are their children, living on the land they created, and everything returns to the eternal spirit. After death, the body is destroyed, and the spirit will return to heaven…”

Around the bonfire, the elders were telling the newly adult children of the tribe about the legends of the mythological era, mixing the courage and heritage of the tribe into the myths. They spoke of the ancestors who opened up the land and created all things, just as every myth must have evil gods who do wrong. They also spoke of the Water God of the deep sea.

For these humans who once lived along the coast.

The threat of the ocean is ever-present and cannot be ignored. It is the great god whose true form is the Rainbow Serpent.

It is a giant snake with the head of a kangaroo, the teeth of a crocodile, the tail of a fish, feather-like ears, and the body of a long serpent.

It controls the climate and sleeps in the depths of the sea. If humans do not respect the ocean, or if the ocean is polluted.

The Rainbow Serpent will awaken, stirring up terrifying waves that will submerge and destroy all living things.

The old man had told this story countless times, so familiar with it that he could tell it vividly and captivatingly. The children listened intently, but at this moment, a discordant voice came: "Old Yul, are you still telling them about those shamanistic things?"

The old man turned his head in astonishment and saw several young men walking over from a distance.

The leader had a sturdy build similar to that of a tribal warrior, dark skin, and features different from Africans. His face was tattooed with war纹 (war纹 - decorative patterns). He wore modern clothes, and behind him were scantily clad, shapely women in hot pants, as well as white Australians who were obviously on vacation.

Old Yul was stunned, then anger rose in his heart: "It's you, Akville!"

"You went to the cities of the Angsas and even brought them to our sacred place?"

"According to the rules, even children under the age of twenty must come here blindfolded to preserve the secrets of the gods. How dare you bring outsiders in?!"

Akville was a little flustered, regretting that after getting drunk, he had impulsively agreed to bring his friends to show off his prowess. But he also wanted to shake off the influence of the tribe on his heart. He spread his hands and said indifferently, "Hey, Old Yul, it's just some things that can't keep up with the times."

"These are all my friends, just let them take a look."

"You should also learn to embrace the civilized world."

The men and women behind him took out their phones to take pictures, exclaiming in amazement.

The old man was like an enraged lion, raising his hand and grabbing a sharp short spear.

The baleful aura that erupted in an instant was like an enraged lion king. Although old, he still had sharp claws and teeth, which startled the carefree Australians who had no respect for the tribe. The two women retreated in fear, and two of the young men directly pulled out hunting rifles.

In line with the libertarianism of a certain country, Australia does not prohibit guns.

It's just that the procedures are relatively cumbersome.

And a considerable part of this cumbersome process is for the lower-class civilians, or foreigners.

Yes, everyone is equal.

But certain skin colors and races are more equal.

The old man was pointed at by the guns, old-fashioned hunting rifles that could pose a threat to a real lion.

The young man holding the gun suppressed the panic in his heart and managed to whistle, saying, "Nice move, old man, but you know, times have changed."

"Now is the age of technology."

"Your set is outdated."

The old man was over seventy years old and not as strong as before, so he had to slowly put down his weapon. Akville, who had brought these outsiders here, felt a sense of shame for some reason. At this moment, the bonfire suddenly shook violently.

A violent wind came from afar, and someone looked over, suddenly turned pale, and screamed in horror.

"Look, there, there!"

"What is that?!"

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads, and then their faces changed drastically. They saw a terrifying beast that could never belong in reality.

It possessed deep yellow wings, like a disaster that had descended from Ragnarok.

At least, that's how it looked in their eyes.

But in fact, it was the fierce bird of the Shan Hai era, the remnant soul of the sole son of Zhu Jiuyin.

Gu, descended upon this place.

Looking at the fierce bird with the imposing manner of covering the sky and the earth, several young men sat there blankly, and a mocking voice seemed to ring in their ears.

Sorry.

The times have changed back again.

………………

The huge wings covered the sky, and everyone wanted to escape because of the intense fear, but they felt as if their blood had been drained. They felt dizzy, and their hearts beat faster. It was the disaster that held the power of drought and great fire. In any mythology, it was at least a calamity that could only be faced by the sons of gods.

The young man holding the hunting rifle subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot out amid the smell of gunpowder.

The target was huge, so it was impossible to miss.

But it was useless.

When weapons cannot provide feedback, it brings even greater fear. The frivolous and handsome man staggered and fell to the ground. Even if it was just the power that Gu inadvertently leaked, it made the blood of the creatures on the ground evaporate, losing the moisture in their bodies, and eventually drying up and dying.

The tribe became chaotic, with desperate cries everywhere.

The old tribal warrior roared and stood up, holding his weapon in his hand. He took a step forward and threw the short spear in his hand with all his strength. He had no confidence that he could cause any harm to this huge beast, but at least he should have the courage to resist.

Like his ancestors, he roared loudly:

"Brave and mighty 雷神 (léishén - Thunder God), please protect us."

The short spear shot out, and he drew his sword.

Preparing to fight to the death.

Suddenly,

A flash of blazing white light flashed across the sky and earth.

Then, a muffled thunder sound exploded, and a bolt of lightning directly struck the short spear, instantly increasing the speed of the short spear, wrapping it in lightning, and heavily hitting Gu's body. Gu hadn't paid any attention to the tiny ants just now, so it was unprepared. It took this blow head-on, and the lightning ran through its wings, slightly halting its movements.

This incredible scene silenced the entire tribe for a moment.

The old warrior saw a young man falling along with the lightning. With a flick of his fingers, a ball of lightning-like light pierced the darkness and heavily landed on the huge beast. Under the illumination of the lightning, the young man turned his head, his face wearing an ancient and majestic mask, exactly the same as the 雷神 (léishén - Thunder God) worshiped by the tribe.

"雷神 (léishén - Thunder God)?!"

The old man was extremely excited. In this instant, he almost had the urge to kneel down and prostrate himself.

And that great and majestic 雷霆 (léitíng - thunder) god did not speak.

He just flicked his sleeves and pointed his finger into the distance.

The old man knew that the gods would not easily speak to mortals like him.

This was the true god.

Majestic.

Unfathomable.

Distant.

Great!

But he also understood the meaning of the 雷神 (léishén - Thunder God) from his actions. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and led his clansmen back. Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. "Old ginger is still spicier," he thought. Fortunately, he understood his meaning, otherwise he would have to use the English he had abandoned for many years.

Although he also wanted to reply with, "As you wish."

But thinking about speaking such words in public with his awkward English, it would be the ultimate social death experience.

Just thinking about it made Wei Yuan feel that his toes could dig out a three-bedroom apartment on the spot.

Wei Yuan looked at the stopped Gu.

Gu had no intention of speaking at all. There was an extreme contempt in its eyes. With a flap of its wings, it was about to pass by Wei Yuan and continue forward, an attitude of indifference and disregard. Wei Yuan had finally found it, how could he let it leave so easily? Moreover, Gu was undoubtedly restoring his vitality by creating disasters and devouring life.

And judging from the trajectory, this fierce beast was rapidly approaching 神州 (Shénzhōu - Divine Land, an ancient name for China).

Wei Yuan didn't believe it had no bad intentions.

Raising his hand, his five fingers slightly open, he outlined the power of愿力 (yuàn lì - vow power/wishes) inside the tribal stone statue and suddenly clenched it.

Tiangang Thirty-Six Divine Powers · Mastering Five Thunders.

Violent thunder and fire heavily struck down, slamming into Gu's body, erupting large swaths of plasma and lightning. However, Gu's wings were still not greatly damaged. After all, it was a true ancient, naturally sacred being. Even after death, its resentment was stronger than ordinary gods. Mobilizing the power of this tribal statue was not enough.

The lightning on Gu's wings calmed down in an instant. Its voice was indifferent: "Just a small god from a remote place, how dare you be presumptuous?"

"滚 (gǔn - Get lost)."

Its demeanor and tone were filled with an aloof and indifferent attitude.

So indifferent that it didn't even bother to make a move.

With a flap of its wings, large swaths of forest began to wither, rivers dried up, and Gu's own aura visibly began to recover. This was how fierce gods recovered from their injuries, using all things in heaven and earth as nourishment to enhance themselves. If it followed its route, by the time it returned to 神州 (Shénzhōu - Divine Land, an ancient name for China), Gu's strength would probably be more than 60% stronger than it was now.

It was focused on restoring its own power and had no interest in diverting its attention to Wei Yuan at all. In the blink of an eye, it flew far away.

Wei Yuan followed closely behind, completely unexpected that Gu would react like this. He suddenly thought of something and took out an object from his backhand.

Gu, who was wantonly harvesting the heaven and earth's aura to restore himself, suddenly froze.

It suddenly flapped its wings and circled, its pupils locked onto Wei Yuan, who was wearing a simple and crude mask, or rather, locked onto the simple dagger in Wei Yuan's hand. The heatwave erupted by the flapping of its wings caused cracks to appear directly on the ground, causing rivers to dry up and vegetation to wither.

Its tone revealed obvious emotional fluctuations, and it said sharply:

"That is... that is my first weapon."

"It has always been with my father, Zhu Jiuyin!"

"How could it be in your hands?!"

"No, who exactly are you?!"

Wei Yuan, wearing a simple mask, pondered for a moment.

He answered sincerely:

"Guess?"

……………………

Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Ruosu hummed a little tune, preparing his tools.

A fishing rod.

Some bait.

Da Tianmao, Longhu Mountain No. 1, had become slightly larger and was carrying a bamboo basket on its back with a look of frustration. A bell hung around its neck. The old Daoist smiled and said, "Ah, don't be unhappy first. Later, when that kid Wei Yuan arrives, you can also fish for a while."

"That way, when we get back, we can fleece that kid for a meal."

"I'll give you a fish then."

Longhu Mountain No. 1 paused slightly in thought.

Pondering.

Then it couldn't help but become furious.

Because it realized that in the face of such conditions, it had actually hesitated shamefully!

It was the Demon King of Sakurajima!

It was a 山海 (Shānhǎi - Mountains and Seas)异种 (yìzhǒng - a kind of monster/mythical creature) with a thousand years of magic power!

How could it be tempted by this mere...

"In addition, if we catch more, I'll give you a little bit of everything."

"Okay! As you command!"

The old Daoist Zhang Ruosu adjusted the fishing rod. Da Tengu suddenly thought of something and casually asked:

"By the way, Celestial Master, are you very good at fishing?"

The old man's body stiffened.

Without changing his expression, he began to evaluate the material of the fishing rod, praising loudly: "This fishing rod is really good, haha, this old Daoist is using such a good fishing rod for the first time."

Da Tengu suddenly felt uneasy and hesitated:

"Old Celestial Master..."

"Your fishing skills should be very good, right?"

Zhang Ruosu: "…………"

Just as Zhang Ruosu coughed and was about to explain and persuade Da Tengu, his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it and saw that it was Wei Yuan. The old man breathed a sigh of relief, signaled Da Tengu that there was something to do, answered the phone, and said, "Wei Yuan, did you find Gu?"

"Found him."

"Oh? That's good then."

"By the way, there's one more thing. I've checked some ancient books again. Fierce gods like Gu are originally self-centered and won't be easily influenced. The resentment they leave behind will only be more extreme in this regard, making it even harder to attract them. You may have to spend more effort to lure Gu to the East Sea."

"This old Daoist has finally found a few incantations that may be useful for creations like these resentments. Remember this..."

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment and said, "No need."

"I've already attracted him."

The old man was stunned: "Attracted him? That easily?"

"How did you do it?"

"How did I do it?"

"This is hard for me to explain to you."

Wei Yuan was traveling swiftly in the wind. He looked back at the fierce bird chasing closely behind him, his face twitching:

"It's just that the effect... seems to be a little too good."

ps: Today's first update... 3,800 words, a little late. Thanks to 薰死的臭臭 for the big reward, thank you~

Working hard to write and strive to complete the second update around twelve o'clock.

The local people of Australia have a unique mythology system, but it is relatively niche, and different tribes also have various differences. Here, I chose to create one to facilitate future use. The Rainbow Serpent is real~ In addition, this book has finally broken one million words...