Queen Tong of the tribe gritted her teeth and left. No matter how good the relationship was with the ancestors back then, she didn't care about others. After returning, she forced all the men who lived off her to go on patrol, or she would drive them away.

As a result, the tribe's population dwindled, the ferocious beasts gained sentience, and all forces besieged the Tong tribe. Queen Tong died, and the tribe's people were taken in by the Deng tribe.

Queen Deng immediately felt that her decision was right. She continued to accept refugees as before, and the same people patrolled the large tribe. Without the Tong tribe to share the burden, the ferocious beasts devoured the patrol teams one by one.

A tiger without teeth is just a cat. When the ferocious beast was about to wipe out the Tong tribe, the Creator woke up and quickly intervened, preventing humanity from going to the brink of extinction.

Remembering Xie Yin's words, he plucked a dim, lifeless star from the void of the universe, lit it with energy, and bestowed upon it divinity: "Name it an angel, to rule the human world in my place."

The angel opened its eyes from chaos, its whole body radiating light. Its six wings slowly unfurled behind it, like a colossal object in the sky, towering above all things. Its brilliance was so dazzling that people could not open their eyes. Wherever the light reached, ferocious beasts vanished without a trace.

The Creator ran out of energy and was forced into hibernation before he could even test his assistants.

Fortunately, angels have hated dark creatures since birth, and tirelessly travel between heaven and earth day and night, just to slay all the ferocious beasts.

People were grateful to the angels and accidentally learned that gods required faith. They built a temple in the center of the tribe, gave up their own food and offered it in front of the temple, praying for peace.

One day, an angel passed by and saw a emaciated old man making his way to the temple, bowing repeatedly with each step. Touched, the angel concealed his radiant aura and approached, asking, "Old man, what do you wish for?"

The angel was powerful but simple-minded. Even though he concealed his appearance, his demeanor was completely unlike that of a human. The old man guessed his identity at a glance. He lowered his eyes, pressed his forehead to the ground, and didn't feel any pain as small stones dug into his flesh. He cried out, "I only wanted to know the name of God. I didn't want to worship the wrong person."

The angel pondered for a moment and vaguely remembered a female voice calling him "Seraphim," so his name was "Seraphim."

The old woman was overjoyed and bowed three times and nine times, but then she found that the god had left. When people from the temple came and saw her like this, they asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you come to pray for wealth? Have you gone mad?"

The old man said proudly, "God told me my name, and from now on I will be a messenger who can communicate with God. You can ask me to convey whatever you want."

This alarmed even the tribal queen. Upon learning that the god's name was "Chi," she immediately appointed the old man as the god's messenger, entrusting him with all matters concerning the god within the tribe.

The offerings in the temple, people's selfishness, and other factors made the old man rich overnight, and he gradually forgot his original identity.

When Chi remembered the old man, he passed by again and lingered for a long time before destroying the temple, leaving behind the words: "Greedy people are not allowed to serve it."

The old woman reverted to her old ways in a single day, even worse than before. Now everyone resents and blames her.

Not long after, the old man died with resentment in his heart. After that, Chi never passed by this place again. However, he always leaned towards humans and could never feel close to the beasts that branched off from the ferocious beasts.

When the Creator awoke after a thousand years of slumber, the world was completely different from before, and also different from Earth.

Tribes evolved into nations, with bustling towns and luxurious castles. Young men would walk the streets with swords in hand, shouting, "I'm going to hunt a ferocious beast and become a hero!"

A woman wearing an apron peeked out from behind the door and smiled, "Okay, stick close to Uncle Solang."

My son is promising; he's physically strong enough to be sent to an academy to become a swordsman, and he's already able to go out hunting to earn money to support the family.

The church announced yesterday that my daughter has been shortlisted as a trainee divine messenger. What could be better than this? Thank God.

The connection between Earth and the other world was completely severed from that point on.