I felt as if I were flying through clouds at first, but soon noticed the branches around me. They must have grown from the mountainside—too fast to shield against their scratches. The pain was real though no skin broke, and each thorn scraped my body like a thousand needles.

With hands raised for defense, two unknown twigs found themselves in my grip. "I'll use these as crash pads when I hit ground," I muttered through gritted teeth, already regretting my plan as speed accelerated beyond reckoning.

The mountain's slender peak defied logic with its hundreds of meters height. Wind howled so fiercely it forced me to close eyes and let the twigs lead my descent.

Bang! Snap! A cacophony erupted when I slammed backward. The twigs snapped under impact, sending me tumbling downward until...

I landed in fire!

Smoke stung my nostrils as I scrambled upright, realizing why heat seared so intensely. My lower limbs reeked of charred hair—lucky for me the testicles had grown little since that Xiaoya incident. Still, this naked state among primal people watching from beyond the flames made me wish for instant teleportation.

The ground still smoldered beneath my feet as I hopped out. Only then did I notice these Neolithic observers weren't just curious but... reverent? Their strange language blended into a rhythmic chant as they kneeled, offering something between worship and madness.

I tried asking "What country are you from?" before realizing such questions were futile in this matriarchal society where women wore rudimentary loincloths yet held absolute authority over men.

A bloodied figure nearby caught my attention—was that one of the twigs I'd carried? Had it pierced him mid-fall? A more horrifying thought struck as I examined this two-gendered individual... surgical alterations indicated prehistoric medical knowledge beyond comprehension.

Chaos erupted when primal women began beating the poor creature. My body moved automatically, pushing back attackers with ease they couldn't comprehend. The wounded two-gendered figure survived thanks to some miraculous plant poultice applied by men who returned with herbs.

Through this ordeal I glimpsed their village nestled at mountain base—a place where strange coincidences and ancient secrets waited just beneath the surface of primal existence. As I wandered past crude huts toward their livestock pens, a sight awaited there that would change everything...