In the room.

Fu Qingjun glanced opposite.

He discovered that the Mayan Civilization had fully formed its system, where the wise civilization rises and falls within a day.

The entire community felt terrifying; as super life forms, their day mirrored years, with a frenzy of iteration.

Furthermore, there were the realms of gods, humans, and demons, silently accumulating their foundations.

Emperor Lianna began her decree:

"Issue the command, expand the world's soil, and continually explore outward!"

Although they found their population reaching some kind of saturation, it didn't hinder them from occupying larger areas and lands.

Under the premise of unchanged population, they expanded their unknown territory.

Previously, their realm was too low to achieve this, and they could only cluster together to create lines of defense, living with ten billion people packed together.

But now, with the emergence of the fourth tier, the divine blood of the Primordial God's descendants had resulted in several hundred million fourth-tier Grandmasters within the ten billion population—how terrifying is the number?

One fourth-tier ant Grandmaster could leap up to a hundred meters and even fly thousands of meters in the sky.

The combat power was unbelievably exaggerated!

Every ant's actual combat ability was akin to a fighter jet, even surpassing it, capable of breaking through and entering to kill humans inside the jet.

This is the terror of the fourth tier, a mythical civilization.

"Expand the territory!"

"According to ancient human records, this place was once a prefecture-level city! We will explore it thoroughly!"

Emperor Lianna said coldly.

"The ruins over on Earth are developing steadily... there's no hurry right now," Fu Qingjun said calmly, observing the changes peacefully.

He was quite composed.

Suddenly, his whole aura subtly fluctuated.

A hint of a breakthrough was evident as a new aura spread out and then slowly converged.

"After two weeks of training, I've reached the second realm, Bone Calibration," Fu Qingjun said calmly, as this speed was expected.

After all, his vast Spiritual Power had first trained his Qi, reversing to train the muscles and bones with divine help.

"Following this pace, within a month, I'll master the Muscle Weight Realm and reach the third realm," Fu Qingjun said indifferently, thinking his speed was average.

He squinted.

Although he rarely controlled the body of Nuwa's descendant, abnormalities gradually appeared atop the mountain.

"Oh, that fellow couldn't resist anymore and showed their hand?" Fu Qingjun said with a meaningful smile.

Meanwhile.

In a garden on the mountain.

Some bizarre micro-organisms on the ground gradually shed their earthen colors, becoming various ultra-small species.

Though their flatworm characteristics gradually hid, making them indistinguishable from other organisms, they were simply smaller in size, with strong vitality.

Among them, new earthen humans started bouncing on the ground, hunting, and living the most primitive of lives.

However, aside from humans, there were also various sub-human creatures.

Fusing human and various animal genes, diverse human-headed serpent-bodied anomalies emerged.

"Indeed, during the initial transformation, these bizarre hybrid creatures are unavoidable," Fu Qingjun thought to himself while sitting in front of the garden, looking at the small animals in the garden.

In the future, they would form an immortal cultivation civilization within the garden.

He overlooked this garden.

Perhaps, the analyses by those netizens were truly perfect.

Ant friends were indeed humanity's breakthrough to the fourth tier's possibility....

Going by this, the ancient times of this planet, if Jiaxia was sent back, this small civilization might truly serve as the catalyst for humanity's breakthrough to the fourth tier on the ground....

As Fu Qingjun was imagining.

Finally, Tang Meng couldn't resist any longer and shouted: "Where is this place?"

That clay chunk of an earthen creature couldn't stop pretending to look around, speaking: "Who am I? I still remember some scattered memories accompanying female descendants of Nuwa over generations."

Are you possessed by a drama queen?

Fu Qingjun was speechless.

He had always known she would eventually voice out, as impersonating a mindless earthen creature was obviously far too restrictive.

Fu Qingjun glanced at her, feigning surprise: "The earthen soil passed down from my ancestors still holds wisdom?"

"My memories are very fragmented, most of them forgotten," said the lump of clay that was Tang Meng, "but you are the descendant of Nuwa, my current master. I remember that clearly."

"So it is. Then, let's create a civilization together," Fu Qingjun said, "The era has waned, ancient myths no longer shine."

"Can you tell me about the structure of this contemporary world?" Tang Meng asked.

Fu Qingjun didn't mind.

He told her about the world order during the wartime era.

The various kingdoms, human mechanical modifications, and contemporary history.

Tang Meng listened, shocked, processing it: It seems this world isn't simple. Rising requires secret development, rebuilding civilization to resist this world....

"How to revive civilization?" Tang Meng was secretly surprised.

She had seen ancient Mayan civilization recover, but witnessing a revival of Huaxia civilization for the first time... not knowing how to rise again in this era.

"Let it happen naturally," Fu Qingjun said, "Hand over the system to them and let them cultivate."

Isn't this a bit irresponsible?

Tang Meng was a bit puzzled.

Fu Qingjun ignored her, directly engraved contemporary Yin script characters onto a stone monument, then placed some reading bamboo slips on the ground.

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Below, countless ant-sized humans circled like a giant around Fu Qingjun, calling out adorably.

Apparently, their bloodline didn't originate from ants, as their eyesight could discern features of giant figures.

"Hand over the authority of civilization to them, choose a king, and let them develop freely."

Fu Qingjun looked at the primitive humans on the ground, carefully observing them, feeling they all seemed a bit foolish, without anyone being highly useful.

"There is no saint who can educate all beings, hence..."

He couldn't resist and sliced off a chunk of Tang Meng, throwing it with his hand.

Splosh!

The white earthen soil landed on the ground leaving a footprint; the clay absorbed the damp footstep cells from snails, transforming into a new form of ultra-small mutated snail person.

Ee-yah-yah!

This small clay person called out.

Fu Qingjun calmly repeated:

"There is no saint who can educate all beings, hence...." after a pause, he continued, "there are living beings stepping on the saints' path, sensing the birth of the heavens and earth, thus called the Heavenly Son."

Splosh!

The soul consciousness nourished with knowledge, entered inside.

This maneuver was from witch civilization means, indeed very convenient.

A vast stream of information poured into the newly humanized primitive human; instantly born sacred, looking up at the sky creating the vast giant, bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Mother Goddess, for enlightenment."

Fu Qingjun returned to his chair, waved his hand, "Go."

"Yes!"

The sticky and damp human person jumped back to the tribe.

He used the knowledge in his mind, leading the civilization's cultivation, and not long after, with the brain experiences, quickly reached the third tier and continuously taught the tribe's creatures to learn.

"My name is the Grand Celestial Clan..."

He sat atop a giant flower in the garden, overlooking beings, one hand pointing heavenward, another pointing earthward, "Heaven-born, earth nurtured, Mother Goddess bestowed wisdom, I am a Holy Son, establishing a world order, educating all races."

Time flew by, in a blink two more days and nights passed, and the land's beings saw numerous Grandmasters emerge.

He compelled the masses to offer themselves as gods, self-declaring as divine, swiftly advancing to the fourth tier.

The start is the peak!

Their civilization was built on the foundation of the Mayan civilization, proceeding smoothly throughout.

Tang Meng observed in astonishment.

So quickly?

Fu Qingjun turned back inside, feeling utterly normal, established on the shoulders of giants, no prior theories needed, quickly reaching this level.

On the garden atop the mountain, the land was full of life, tribes cheered, embarking on a new era.

"Chapter on Heard from the Mountains and Seas" recorded:

"No saint exists that can educate all beings, there are living beings stepping on the saints' path, sensing the birth of heaven and earth, thus called the Heavenly Son...."

"Recorded in the Divine Collection of the Great Path":

All saints have no fathers, born by heaven, encompassing creation, known as the Grand Celestial Clan, educating all beings.'

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