Thud! Thud! Thud!
While Wang Yan was organizing the supplies he had brought, a rhythmic tapping sound suddenly echoed in his ears.
He turned his head.
More than a dozen primitive people were holding wooden sticks, striking the stone slabs on the ground with force, all the while making deep, guttural sounds. Soon after, others joined in, playing bone flutes that emitted a whining sound...
Before long, all the primitive people in the cave seemed to have been summoned, quickly joining in the rhythm. Wooden sticks struck against wooden sticks, stones clashed against stones—everything in the cave that could make noise was used by them.
The light had driven away the darkness, making the primitive people forget their hunger. On this bright night, they followed the cheerful rhythm, surrounding the God who brought them light. Barefoot and clad in grass skirts, they danced with a raw, primal energy, celebrating the great light.
Wild, untamed, and full of the breath of nature.
It was all so joyous, though entirely without logic.
What a simple and endearing group of people!
The dance circled around Wang Yan. The lighting was poor, the sound was rough, but it was full of appeal. Wang Yan's deeply buried love for dance stirred within him, ready to spring forth.
Clap! Clap!
Wang Yan clapped his hands, twisted his waist, and joined the celebration, jumping to the beat in a cross-stellar dance. Crazy grass skirts, modern and irregular dance steps—they mixed together, imitating each other…
For a time, the scene was one of pure joy.
Wang Yan, with his youthful heart, couldn't place himself above the people as a god. Instead, he preferred to revel in the moment with them.
He may very well be the most down-to-earth god ever!
...
After the carnival.
Wang Yan truly felt like he had integrated into the primitive tribe.
The patriarch, the shaman, and everyone else, young and old, came to greet him one by one, introducing themselves with a hand on their chest. Their names were convoluted and strange. Wang Yan didn't understand the sounds or the meanings, but it didn't dampen the sincerity of the people, so he responded with an awkward smile.
His strong personal power, delicious food, the great divine power that brought light, and his affable nature had won Wang Yan the recognition of every man in the tribe.
Of course, it wasn't just the men of the tribe who recognized him—the women did too.
On Earth, Wang Yan was just an ordinary man—maybe a little handsome, but definitely not a heartthrob. But here, he was powerful and mysterious. Compared to the primitive people, he was a proper "pretty boy"—clean and handsome. The men of the tribe paled in comparison.
The law of the jungle has always been that the strong control everything and possess everything.
After everyone had greeted Wang Yan, more than a dozen young primitive women boldly approached him, flaunting their enchanting bodies as a show of love.
Unlike the subtlety of modern people, there was no modesty here. As they lifted their sparse grass skirts, nothing was left to the imagination…
The men of the tribe watched Wang Yan with envy. It was clear they had expected this to happen!
The patriarch and the shaman smiled at what was unfolding, pleased to see it. They were eager to use the women to tie Wang Yan to the tribe's future! Of course, it would be even better if offspring could be produced!
However, Wang Yan hadn't anticipated such a turn of events. His face turned pale.
What the heck?
He had never seen anything like this!
The primitive people covered their bodies with grass skirts and leaves, their private parts barely concealed. Wang Yan knew this, but this was entirely different from the passionate short films admired in certain countries. Here, Wang Yan felt like he was watching a raw documentary!
Wang Yan wasn't a gentleman, and he appreciated beauty, but he really couldn't handle these "original" beauties!
This was a true primitive tribe, not one of those where handsome men and beautiful women play at being primitives on TV.
Yes, they had shed much of their body hair, and their bodies resembled those of modern people, but their living conditions meant they were far from resembling the beauties maintained by modern civilization!
Perhaps, in the eyes of the men of the tribe, these women were already top beauties!
But, to Wang Yan, they were thin, with rough skin, yellow hair, poor hygiene, crooked teeth, and they carried a strange odor…
A group of women like this scratching their heads in front of Wang Yan—could he keep from vomiting all the food he'd eaten?
This aesthetic was separated by several galaxies!
Ugh!
Not content with merely showing off their bodies, the boldest of the primitive women reached out and touched Wang Yan's private parts with her hairy hand!
Shudder!
Goosebumps spread across Wang Yan's skin, and he fled the fragrant encirclement in a flash, his heart pounding.
Too intense!
If they had really touched him, he might have lived in psychological trauma for the rest of his life!
Even though he was repulsed, Wang Yan maintained the dignity of a god.
"Stay back!"
Wang Yan's face was pale as he subconsciously pulled out his swing stick, adopting a violent and uncooperative stance. He had no choice—he could clearly feel that these women were serious.
Immediately!
The shadow of the swing stick still loomed over the primitive people.
When Wang Yan pulled out the stick, the women who had been advancing fell to their knees in fear, trembling and begging for forgiveness.
The other members of the tribe looked at Wang Yan in surprise, clearly not understanding his reaction.
What a great opportunity!
And he rejected it!
The patriarch approached, pointing to the women kneeling on the ground, trying to explain to Wang Yan in a flurry of words.
Wang Yan's face darkened as he waved his hands emphatically, "In the future, we must resolutely avoid such things—never, never again!"
He had to firmly indicate his position; otherwise, he couldn't endure it happening again anytime soon.
Gestures are universal throughout the universe.
The patriarch understood Wang Yan's meaning, gave him a strange look, whispered something, and dispersed the women who were kneeling on the ground.
As the women reluctantly left, disappointment clear on their faces, Wang Yan's heart pounded. He retracted the swing stick and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His good mood was utterly ruined!
My goodness, how terrifying!
At this moment, Wang Yan had no desire to stay any longer. He desperately needed to return to his warm bed on Earth and sleep soundly to soothe his frightened soul.
But, knowing that if he slept for one night back home, more than ten days would pass here, he endured the turmoil in his heart and stayed.
At the very least, he needed to solve these people's food problem first.
The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping. Under conditions of cold and hunger, it could take more than ten days to figure out what had happened!
With a dark face, Wang Yan glared at the patriarch, who was nervously explaining, and connected the gas stove.
Yes, after skipping over wood stoves and coal stoves, Wang Yan had directly brought a gas stove to this world.
This is the advantage of an advanced civilization bringing progress to a backward one—there's no need for step-by-step development.
Then, Wang Yan called the patriarch and the shaman over. In front of them, he turned the knob. Amidst the crackling of the electric ignition, the gas stove flared to life.
Whoosh!
A blue flame leaped up, dancing on the delicate burner.
The patriarch curiously reached out to touch the flame. Wang Yan quickly pulled him back, glaring at him, "What are you doing? Don't get yourself killed—this is fire, you can't touch it!"
"Great God of Light, I was wrong!" The patriarch's panicked voice suddenly echoed in Wang Yan's mind.
Both the patriarch and Wang Yan were stunned at the same time.
Clearly, they both understood each other's language.
The exclusive skill of the planet lord? Spiritual communication allows for telepathic communication between any intelligent species.
Wang Yan had suddenly acquired a new skill.
When the blue flame leaped from the gas stove, the World Tree that had grown in Wang Yan's heart quietly sprouted a delicate branch. At the top of the branch, a new leaf shook slightly, revealing its presence to Wang Yan.
At the same time, Wang Yan felt a sense of understanding. The appearance of fire represented an evolution of civilization. As the World Tree grew, his abilities upgraded—a chain reaction of events.
Spiritual communication and the rain of abilities that fell on Wang Yan brought him to tears.
The days of talking past each other like chickens and ducks could finally come to an end. Living like a deaf and mute person—it was unbearable!
If he had known this earlier, why would he have worked so hard? He could have just started a fire when he arrived.
Resentment swirled in Wang Yan's heart, leaving him without a plan. This was just too frustrating!
However, this incident made Wang Yan understand one thing. For the World Tree to grow, he had to bring things that played a key role in the evolution of civilization.
He felt it was necessary to go back and seriously study the history of human civilization!