"Whoa, what the heck is this?"
Seeing a humanoid figure emerge from the abyss, Ansheng couldn't help but feel uncertain and quietly murmured, watching the sharp-headed creature.
"Me?"
"145,000 years ago, we called ourselves the Dragon People Race, born north of the present-day Qinling region, specifically in the three northern provinces of Xia Country and Capital City...."
The humanoid, with a somewhat oval-shaped head, looked at the small fox standing upright and smiled as it spoke:
"You don't need to be surprised by how I know about your current affairs. I turned into mycelium 146,000 years ago, but I preserved a drop of blood in this fungal research facility, and I set it so it would need human blood to activate."
"Blood is the carrier of information. I read the information in your blood, so I know the current era, your language, and some things about your society."
