Becoming a creator in prehistory

Chapter 14 The Inheritance Dilemma
"Mountains have no worries, their heads are white because of the snow; waters have no worries, but they are wrinkled by the wind."

Looking at the snow-covered mound next to the fungus tree, Yuan Chu couldn't help sighing softly.

He knew that Feng Gesi's body was buried there, and he knew that Feng Gesi was still talking about it when he was dying, hoping to take a last look at him, the creator.

However, he clearly knew it all, but he didn't satisfy the other party's little wish before dying.

He has always been entangled in his attitude towards Feng Gesi, and he doesn't want him to be affected by the eternal mark before his death.

"Luka, do you think I'm too cold-blooded?"

At this time, Luca stretched out a flagellum, and she gently stroked the fungus body, as if to comfort Yuan Chu.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Chu couldn't help laughing. Luca's intelligence level was only equivalent to that of a five or six-year-old child. He never thought that he would need a "children" to comfort him.

However, I have to admit that it is indeed more effective.

He decided not to bother about Feng Gesi anymore. In his eternal life, he was destined to encounter many similar things, and after all, he needed to get used to it.

The death of Feng Gesi made the original bond between the people of gold and Yuan Chu, the creator, lost. He no longer had any reason to pay special attention to this group.

After all, what he hopes to see is a lively era, not a certain species.

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Under the leadership of the second-generation Wind King Mu Le, the entire group ushered in a more vigorous development.

As a group that relies on gathering in spring and summer and hunting in autumn and winter, the hunting ability determines the size of the entire group.

If enough prey cannot be hunted before the snow falls, no matter how much the population increases in spring and summer, it will be ruthlessly wiped out by nature in the long winter.

Fortunately, Muller is stronger than his father, Feng Gesi, and under the influence of the ether, his spiritual energy and wind elemental force can be fused.

This not only greatly increased the strength of his wind elemental power, but he could also smell the scent of prey through the breeze, and he could even fly into the sky against the wind, and have a panoramic view of the large hunting grounds.

Under his leadership, the prey obtained during the entire hunting season has risen sharply, more food can raise more offspring, and the size of the entire group began to expand, gradually approaching the 10 mark.

Compared with when Feng Gesi was in power, the current population has doubled by ten times.

The people spontaneously praised the achievements of the wind king Muller, and the entire ethnic group was developing in a good direction.

However, compared with the thriving tribe, Muller, who created this kind of prosperity, is facing unprecedented pressure.

Yes, this pressure comes from the problem of offspring.

As a king, he needs to have an heir to inherit his throne, just like he took over the throne from his father Feng Gesi back then.

But now, one of the dilemmas he faces is that there is no suitable candidate.

Because among his many descendants, none possessed elemental power.

His children, like other tribesmen, are all ordinary, ordinary individuals.

This is something that Muller cannot accept. Others can be mediocre but his children must not be like this, because they are candidates for the future king. How can a person who is destined to become a king be mediocre.

In the first half of his life, he had already experienced the mediocrity of being called a god, and he didn't want his children to also encounter this kind of adversity that he would never forget.

In order to find a solution to the matter, Muller issued a summons in the king's capacity, asking his remaining brothers to come to him for a family meeting.

He had learned that he was not the only one facing the dilemma of having no successor, and his brothers were almost in the same situation as him.

Since everyone in the family is facing the same dilemma, it is natural to work together to solve it.

When Mueller arrived at the meeting place, he found that the remaining nine people had all turned up.

Seeing him coming, the brothers all stood up and bowed their heads, showing him great respect.

Even the second brother who used to be the most dancer has become extremely well-behaved.

After all, with his status higher than that of his father Feng Gesi today, no one can snatch the throne from him.

After so many years, these brothers of his have completely lost their minds, and it would be fatal to continue to fight against them. After all, their eldest brother's body is still buried under the fungus tree.

"Brothers, the purpose of my calling everyone here this time, I think you all already know.

I hope that everyone can discuss it together and solve this problem of the heir. "

At this time, the second brother also echoed:
"Wang is right, our family is hailed as gods by the world, the main reason is that we can drive elemental power.

If our descendants lose this ability, it will be more than just losing a name.

The descendants who have fallen from the altar may no longer be able to govern the tribe, and our blood will be lost in time. "

"Second brother, don't scare us.

Our family has the protection of the Lord, and the Lord will not watch the Fengers family decline. "

Hearing this, the second elder brother responded with a sneer:
"Hehe, the Lord used to take care of the Fengers family, there is nothing wrong with that.

However, who can guarantee that the Lord's sight will always stay on our family. "

"All the descendants of the family are unable to awaken the elemental power. Doesn't this mean that the Lord has turned his attention away from us.

He no longer cares about the Fengers family, maybe this is only temporary, maybe it will be forever. "

"enough!"

Mueller was suddenly furious, and he slapped his palm on the improvised table made of logs in front of him. The gust of wind flowed out from between his fingers, tearing the entire table into sawdust in an instant.

His tyrannical elemental power shocked everyone present. Looking at Mu Le, whose chest was heaving vigorously, they all fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

After a while, Mueller regained his composure. He looked at the crowd and said apologetically:
"I've been so tired lately that I've lost my composure.

Let's do this today, we will discuss it next time when we have time, brothers, let's go. "

With that said, Mueller turned and left, leaving a group of people staring at each other.

On the other hand, Muller's mood at this time is like a mess.

What the second brother said just now revealed a fact that he had been deliberately avoiding all along.

Thinking about whether the Creator had really abandoned them as the other party assumed, Muller felt that the sky was about to fall.

Without the guidance of the Lord, how should the ethnic group develop and how should the family continue, he felt that he had been lost in the thick fog and completely lost his direction in life.

He urgently needs someone who can tell him the answer and let him come out of his confusion.

Before he knew it, Mueller came to the fungus tree. He knelt down under the tree and prayed very devoutly, hoping that the Lord would appear and help him clear up the doubts in his heart.

Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered.

Mueller, who was heartbroken, knelt on the ground and said to himself with a miserable smile:
"Haha, I'm like a stupid world, imagining that the Lord will continue to watch me, and continue to watch the Fengers family."

He looked at a mound not far away, and muttered to himself:
"Father, if you were in my position, what would you do?"

(End of this chapter)