"Da Zhuang's dad, where did our cow go? I haven't seen you for a few days!"
"Eh, your family also lost their livestock. My big red dog is also missing!”
"And me, there's only a piece of skin left of a big wild boar at home. All the flesh and blood have disappeared for some reason!”
During dinner, a group of women gathered together and discussed the strange things that had happened recently. The more they talked, the more panicked everyone became. The livestock kept going missing. Could it be that some demons had sneaked in? But why didn't they eat people but the livestock? This left everyone puzzled.
Mo Fan was sitting in front of the table with a roasted lamb leg in his hand. His mouth was covered in oil as he ate. His big black eyes were looking around. When he heard the women's conversation, he apologized silently. It was all his fault.
After cultivating the Great Devouring Tactic, he urgently needed to devour other creatures to strengthen his physique. Otherwise, he would not be able to embark on the path of cultivation.
Now that he was weak, he couldn't enter the mountain range hundreds of miles away to devour those powerful demon beasts. He could only start with the livestock in the tribe. Of course, although they were just cattle, pigs, and other livestock, in this prehistoric era, not to mention a cow, even a small insect couldn't be underestimated.
The cattle and pigs raised in the tribe were very powerful demon beasts, but they were captured by the experts of the tribe and kept as food. For example, the cow was called the One-horned Demon Cow. Although it was not a divine beast, it was still very powerful. It weighed more than a thousand pounds and had copper skin and iron bones. Ordinary weapons could not hurt it at all. Its brute force was more than ten thousand pounds. When it charged over, even a small mountain could collapse. It was very ferocious.
There was also that wild boar, called the Red-eyed Boar. It stood more than three meters tall, and its two teeth were comparable to refined iron. Under a collision, even an ordinary Foundation Establishment expert would not be able to withstand it. It was extremely ferocious.
The last dog was even more powerful. It was said that an expert in the tribe had caught a cub in the Barbaric Mountains. It was called the Scarlet Flame Hound. Once it grew up, it would look like a calf and spit out divine fire. Even Soul Formation Realm cultivators were no match for it. It could be considered a spiritual beast.
The tribe had originally caught it and wanted to raise it, so that they could bring it out to hunt in the future. After all, a dog's nose was very sensitive. However, it was killed by Mo Fan before it could even reach adulthood.
After devouring the blood essence of the three beasts, Mo Fan's physique had greatly improved. With a swing of his arm, he could now exert five hundred pounds of strength. He was several times stronger than before. Although he was still not as strong as the natives of the Primordial World, Mo Fan was not discouraged. He had already improved a lot. After all, even the strongest person on Earth could only exert a few hundred pounds of strength. However, Mo Fan had become a two-year-old child after his rebirth. His strength... Probably less than ten catties.
However, in just three days, he had already reached five hundred pounds of Divine Power. Five hundred pounds of Divine Power for a two-year-old child was already considered enough in the Wilderness. The children that Mo Fan had seen dragging the black bull had five to six thousand pounds of Divine Power because they were already five to six years old, two to three years older than Mo Fan.
Don't underestimate the age of two or three. In this Primordial World where treasures were everywhere, the difference between two or three years old could be unimaginable. As long as one ate more powerful demon beast flesh and precious medicinal herbs, their physique would increase greatly.
"It's a pity that I've only cultivated one devouring point. If I could cultivate two, my devouring speed would be even faster!”Mo Fan felt it was a pity.
The Great Devouring Tactic was too difficult to cultivate. He could only cultivate one devouring point in three days. According to the introduction of the Great Devouring Tactic, once he cultivated it to the great success, all 365 cycles of his body could be turned into devouring points. If he exerted force together, he could instantly devour tens of millions of living beings. If he could cultivate it to the perfection realm, he could turn his body into a black hole and devour the entire Untainted World in a snap of his fingers.
However, he was still far away from that goal. He needed sufficient mana to cultivate a Devouring Point, or else it would be impossible. Every Spell relied on the foundation of mana. It was already a miracle that Mo Fan could cultivate a Devouring Point.
"Little guy, don't just stand there. Eat quickly and grow up. Look at your tender skin. If you don't eat more, how can you go hunting with us in the future?”
A child around five or six years old patted Mo Fan's shoulder and placed a boar leg in front of him. The other children burst into laughter. They all acted like they were in a good mood and placed the most nutritious food on the table in front of Mo Fan. They had heard from the old leader that Mo Fan's tribe had gone through a huge change. Everyone had been killed, and Mo Fan had been injured. His body had become very weak, so everyone was very concerned about him, hoping that he would recover soon.
The human race in this era was really united. No one had any bad intentions. In their opinion, only when all the clansmen were strong could the tribe be truly safe.
Mo Fan was touched, but he still rolled his eyes. What did he mean by eat quickly and grow up quickly? A bunch of brats, how disrespectful. However, Mo Fan did not say anything when he glanced at his tiny arms and legs. This was how the world worked. He had returned to his youth, turning into his younger self. He was as cute as a jade statue, giving off the feeling of a porcelain doll.
Moreover, he was the youngest in the tribe, so everyone called him the little one. They would give him all the good food so that he could grow up faster. Mo Fan was touched, but he was also a little angry. He was still a teenager in the past, yet he was being treated like a little kid by a bunch of kids. It was really... They did not retreat!
"You bunch of brats, go eat your own food, don't bully little Mo Fan!”A woman walked over and slapped a child to the side fiercely. However, when she saw Mo Fan's fair face, she could not help but pinch it, causing Mo Fan to roll his eyes.
The folk customs here were tough, and even the women were good hunters. They were not gentle or virtuous at all.
The group of kids burst into laughter when they saw Mo Fan being defeated. They finally had a little brother they could bully!
Mo Fan felt a warmth in his heart when he saw everyone smiling happily. To be honest, he had missed his family a lot before, but the longing faded away after he spent some time with them. They treated him like family, too. The entire tribe was like a big family, helping each other to survive in the cruel Desolate Continent.
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