Wuma recalled the recent troubling questions and respectfully inquired, "The ape-man race is born weak, lacking hair armor and claws, making it easily hunted by beasts. Is my group doomed to be eliminated?"

The mightiest divine tree on the mainland couldn't answer this question. Perhaps only the individual suspected of being the creator before him could.

Rico calmly regarded the Ape and responded, "Everything in life has a reason for existence and death. Even the humblest, weakest worm can transform into a butterfly, becoming the mightiest mythical beast. The strongest dragon can also be attacked and killed by weak insects. Humanity can overcome adversity. Nothing is predetermined."

"Humanity can overcome adversity?" Wuma muttered, suddenly drawn to the light ahead.

At that moment, Rico held a glowing orb in each hand. "Here are two powers. One is the blood of the dragon. By drinking it, you can gain the mightiest dragon power and become one of the strongest creatures in the world."

Wuma's heart raced. He had witnessed the strength of dragons firsthand—not only were they infinitely powerful and capable of decimating entire groups, but they also possessed extraordinary might. Then he glanced at the other glowing mass.

"This is civilized fire. It won't grant you instant divine power, but it might empower your race and make it the mightiest in the world," Rico explained further.

"Civilization?" This unfamiliar term puzzled the Leader.

Rico didn't elaborate on civilization. Instead, he continued, "If you choose dragon blood, wake up and head towards the left side of the Lahir tree. If you choose civilized fire, run towards the right side of the tree."

With that, Rico transformed into a streak of light and vanished. Confused, Wuma reached out to stop him, but suddenly, a loud noise filled his ears.

"Wow~wow~"

Wuma woke up in a cold sweat, staring blankly at the night before him. He couldn't discern if the conversation he just had was a dream born of his desire for power or if the gods had taken pity on the weak ape and intentionally offered assistance.

Suddenly, he recalled the final choice bestowed upon him by the God of Creation. Excited, Wuma sprang up and raced towards the divine tree. Despite the length of the night, the path was familiar to him.

Observing Wuma's approach, Rico asked himself, "what will he choose, dragon blood or civilized fire? It wouldn't be surprising if he chose either. Based on my analysis, having witnessed the power of the dragon, he has a 60% chance of choosing dragon blood. After all, compared to the unknown civilized fire, the dragon's power he's seen is more reliable, 'With the power of the dragon, he can swiftly lead the group to strength, securing a foothold on Earth. However, this places the clan's hope on one individual. A single misstep could spell extinction.'"

At that moment, Wuma stood beneath the divine tree, his silhouette etched against the night sky. Clearly, he was torn about which power to choose. The fate of his race hung on this decision—the two powers granted by the Creator God!

"The power of the dragon is unrivaled, even on Earth! With dragon power, I can easily fend off giant beasts and swiftly strengthen the group. While I've never heard of civilized fire and its power, it may bolster the ape population. Wuma walked towards the left.

After a few steps, he abruptly turned back. "I know the limits of dragon power, but civilized fire is a treasure unheard of throughout Earth. A gift bestowed by the Creator God can't be inferior. I'm staking the future on everyone in the ethnic group!"

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Wuma continued running towards his right hand. In the darkness, he stumbled several times but persisted. He reasoned it was only a dream. Suddenly, he spotted a blaze ahead, its brilliance piercing the night.

Excited, Wuma tapped into his reserves and dashed towards the light. As he drew closer, he discerned more than just flames—there were a spear and a slab on either side.

The ape approached the flames cautiously, fully aware of their terrifying nature. Every time a forest fire erupted after a thunderstorm, it incinerated numerous giant beasts, even the mightiest tiger kept its distance. He gingerly grasped the spear.

The material of the spear was unfamiliar to Wuma, yet it felt remarkably comfortable in his grip. The spearhead was unlike any tree known to the ape, shimmering with silver light beneath the flame, accompanied by a voice echoing in his mind.

"Apes may be naturally weak, but their hands are exceptionally dexterous. They can wield anything in the world as their weapon. This spear of destiny is bestowed upon you, and your fate lies solely in your hands."

Wuma tightened his grip on the spear and couldn't resist giving it a few swings. With this unbreakable spear, he possessed the power to confront even the most extraordinary beasts! Meanwhile, he couldn't help but reach out towards the flame. Was this the civilized fire? Wuma wondered.

"Fear not the flames. They can help illuminate the darkness and cook food for you."

The flame seemed to possess unimaginable power. Wuma mused to himself, then turned his attention to the slate.

The slate was small, engraved with runes that he couldn't decipher, resembling a twisted worm.

"Some truths of the world are etched upon this slate."

Was that the only explanation? Wuma clutched the slate tightly, unaware of its contents, yet the introduction filled him with awe—part of the truth of the world! If he could decipher the runes, he believed it would bring about earth-shattering changes!

At that moment, if an Earthling who had completed primary school were present, they would recognize the carvings on the slate as a ninety-nine multiplication table!

Early the next morning, the ape gathered all the people beneath the divine tree. The apes huddled together, casting uneasy glances around, fearing an ambush by a giant beast. Once everyone was assembled, Wuma stood atop a high platform, spear in hand.

"I had an epiphany last night!" Wuma began, his words shocking the ape-men below.

As confusion spread among the ape-men, he continued, "The Creator took pity on our plight and bestowed upon me three treasures: the spear of destiny, the slate of truth, and the flame in my hand!"

Wuma surveyed the crowd, holding the spear of destiny aloft with one hand, and declared, "Humanity will conquer the heavens! From this day forth, we apes shall no longer be preyed upon by beasts, Apes together strong!"

"Apes together strong!"

“Apes together strong!"

More than 5,000 apes below shouted, tears streaming down their faces. The apes had endured too much—hiding in dark caves all day, struggling to find sustenance!

Wuma proved himself to be a true hero of his time. He instructed the clan to fashion replicas of the spear of destiny, securing them to branches with sharp stones. Leading the clan, he wielded a stone spear, relentlessly besieging the surrounding beasts.

The spear of destiny was impervious, piercing through even the toughest hide. Thus, the ape tribe eradicated the surrounding threats, expanded their territory, and gradually ensured an ample food supply.

Simultaneously, the leader taught the tribe to harness the power of flames. From then on, night was no longer a period of darkness for them. The flames not only repelled beasts but also cooked their food, strengthening the apes. Moreover, the faint aura emitted by the flames promoted brain development!

With flames and spears, the ape tribe finally stood their ground against giant beasts. Subsequently, Wuma encouraged the clans to utilize their intellect. Gradually, individuals began devising traps to hunt the giant beasts. Meanwhile, he summoned the tribe's brightest minds to decipher the truths inscribed on the slate.

The runes on the slate puzzled the apes. Although they couldn't fully comprehend them, they managed to create rudimentary hieroglyphs. The advent of written language marked a significant milestone!

Henceforth, knowledge could be preserved and passed down. With each passing generation, the apes grew more intelligent, free from the threat of giant beasts!

The introduction of written language also allowed the apes to record their history. Rico spent hours gazing at the cave murals.

The first mural depicted the lives of 10,000 ape-men beneath the divine tree, the ancestors of all future apes.

The second mural depicted a red dragon devouring an ape, surrounded by helpless apes fleeing for their lives from the giant beast. Perhaps due to its truthfulness, this mural vividly captured the desperation of the apes.

The third mural portrayed a luminous giant towering over a kneeling ape leader. The leader accepted the spear of destiny with both hands, while flames and slates hovered around him.

The fourth mural depicted the ape leader wielding the spear of destiny, leading the ape-men in constant battle against giant beasts, symbolizing the ape people's newfound strength.

"These four murals likely depict the ancient history of humanity, though I wonder if they will endure for a million years." Rico noted that while the murals were simple, they conveyed a profound spirit.

"With the aid of these three treasures, the apes are poised for rapid development." Rico continued observing the ape tribe amidst their disagreements.

As the giant beasts near the divine tree were hunted down, the explosive growth of the ape population led to another scarcity of food. Leader Wuma proposed migration, but others feared leaving the protection of the divine tree. Without it, they would be vulnerable to attacks from extraordinary beasts, facing potential destruction!