"What's the matter?"

At the dinner table, Little Trumpet was surprised.

Fu Qingjun put down his bowl and chopsticks, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Another civilization had developed.

Sun Elves?

Only with the rise of one civilization after another can a truly vast Extraordinary World be formed, and gradually, he was realizing this. And with the population explosion at the Fourth Realm over the years, frenzied iterations and deaths, he was also about to enter his next transformation.

He didn't say much, just smiled and said:

"Little Trumpet, the world might really become restless; cultivation is important. The world of mortals is truly descending upon us. Our world only has a population of just over two billion... Compared to them, we are as rare as the mythical beings of eternal life, extraordinarily scarce."

Similar to the era of World War II, there were only over two billion people here as well.

"I don't quite understand," Little Trumpet scratched his head.

"What's there not to understand?"

Qin Hong laughed beside him, "Look at that newly developing Shushan Land next door? With two hundred billion people, they occupy only a few mountains, yet they overwhelm our current human population by ten times."

"Can't you imagine the future world?"

"Just covering this new continent alone, they would need at least tens of trillions of people... In terms of their population ratio, we'd be one in tens of millions at best."

"We humans would really be like in the mythical world, with all sorts of beasts around, those dragons in the old forests, long-lived and immortal giants, adventurers, rare and hard to come by even once in a century."

Little Trumpet scratched his head again, still having a hard time picturing it.

After all, despite their numbers being over two hundred billion, the figures seemed vast, yet there was not much sense from the surroundings.

"Just focus on cultivation," Fu Qingjun advised.

....

Boxer University.

Several white-robed clerics from the church sat in front of history professor Professor Naxika.

"We charge you with slandering God and will take you back to the church," an aged, dignified old man in white robes said, looking at Professor Naxika.

Outside the door, a plump woman laughed complacently, glancing at a few companions beside her.

Slandering the Mayan Civilization could perhaps be overlooked.

But fabricating tales about God, does she really think the church is fictional?

Oh, Professor Naxika, you are doomed!

The plump woman cast the most venomous curses with glee.

Inside the room.

Professor Naxika furrowed her brow, her face full of devotion, "What I say is not falsehood; God has bestowed his oracle, a new great flood will befall, the era of primordial fog will reappear, and the world will face destruction."

"If God were to descend, why not come to our church?" a snide middle-aged man sneered beside, "The great Lord wouldn't bypass us to send an oracle to non-believers."

"Who knows?"

Professor Naxika shook her head, "Perhaps the Bright Church has too many decaying elements, even the Lord despises it."

"You!!?" The middle-aged man fumed, glaring at her, clearly perceiving the insinuation aimed at him.

"Youerka, halt your disrespectful conduct," said an even older man, his spine upright, aged yet exuding an extremely sacred presence.

"Naxika, is everything you told your students true? Please answer me earnestly," the old man demanded, a powerful aura in his steadfast gaze.

"Yes, Grand Archbishop,"

Professor Naxika replied firmly.

"Crossing ancient times, returning to the past, I believe this is within our Lord's capabilities," the old man intoned, face rigid, "But what evidence do you have to prove any of this?"

"You so openly advocate stories of God in the classroom, it definitely drew our church's attention. A clever person like you definitely foresaw the consequences and came prepared, right?"

The old man was composed, "I've read the 'Mayan Civilization Chronicles' too, deeply admiring the characters... Clever as you, perhaps you even intentionally led us here?"

Professor Naxika simply smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly, "Who knows?"

After a pause, "But my esteemed guests of the church, I am preparing to set sail, following the instructions left by the Lord to take students to a nearby island to conduct a vivid history lesson. Would you like to join?"

"Please do take us along," the white-robed elder smiled.

Soon, at the harbor.

A massive ship was ready, billowing steam as it started.

A group of students boarded excitedly, preferring outdoor activities to tedious classroom lessons.

...

Sun Elf Civilization.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed.

Near the island, elves in the sea tamed crabs and fish as their mounts, riding the waves.

Creating streets lined with shells, using conical snails as houses, a splendid underwater city emerged.

Having received books from Isaac, they began to fully understand this world.

Comprehending they are a branch of the prehistoric Mayan Civilization, they gradually understood this world was in its World War II period, with war erupting on this new continent.

Sun Elves, using sunlight as food and occasionally eating meat, lived carefree lives, proliferating along the shores.

They worshiped the Sun Elf ancient tree, practicing wizardry and Martial Dao, with their population gradually reaching hundreds of millions.

In a blink, Fourth Realm experts emerged, driving civilization into a high-speed arena of Fourth Realm, born by day, dying by night, rapidly iterating upon the land.

Fu Qingjun stepped on the beach, seeing the golden sand, smelted and transformed into solid, beautiful, magnificent architecture.

They named the land of the Sun Ancient Tree the Sun Sea, a sacred land nurturing countless lives.

"In an instant, Isaac multiplied so abundantly."

Fu Qingjun marveled at the terrifying nature of civilizations that sought the truth, increasingly understanding how powerful his own existence was.

Easily capable of creating countless civilizations that seek the truth.

But, so what?

Born by day, dying by night.

A seeming curse.

If they couldn't escape this terrifying shackle of the civilization that seeks the truth, break free like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, any number appearing would only be ephemeral.

"Yet, who could have imagined they invented the Sun Meditation Technique, absorbing sunlight through photosynthesis, tempering the soul, tinting the soul with the color of the sun, forming a special attribute."

The sea was unusually clear.

Like a mirror, vaguely showing an entirely new world beneath.

Structures made of coral, shells, and snails, with fish bones used as towering structures, a crab's red claw embedded in the ground, inscribed with words, forming street signs and notices of a city.

"Even, they've modified the mechanized snail shell heads, transforming into another form absorbing sunlight... a brain?" Fu Qingjun's smile widened at the corners of his mouth.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.