A large number of alien species have settled on this land, but unlike that true Demonic God race, these here are exceedingly tiny "mortals" with terrifying reproductive capabilities, each one a natural disaster.

Their reproduction quantity and fission rate far surpass that of the native species.

However, replacing large size is their minuteness, which can be disregarded...

Fu Qingjun desires rapid reproduction!

The sky is filled with yellow sand, visibility extremely low, the environment harsh. Fu Qingjun opens a cavern underground as the beginning of this world.

Soon, each race proliferates, kicking off initial mutations, intermingling, evolving.

Meanwhile, to ensure similarity, Fu Qingjun also allows them to possess the ancient Demonic God inheritance of "knowledge" memories, as descendants of Divine Blood: he aims to awaken the ancient Demonic God remnants, his ancestor killed by the Jiaxia Era.

After all, Fu Qingjun does not possess Demon Palace inheritance to pass onto them.

Everything starts from zero.

Fu Qingjun wants to see their initial structure, how they develop, understand the history of this civilization's development to crush the opposition.

"This is a seed; we must see what kind of flower blooms."

Fu Qingjun's voice is insipid, already immersed from the perspective of that "Demon," cold and callous, to ignite war and revive himself.

Yet, relying solely on them is insufficient; external pressure is needed.

Fu Qingjun introduces plants and beasts exclusive to Snail World and Shushan World, with strength far exceeding theirs, treating these weak humans as food.

Fu Qingjun even leaves behind inheritance, letting those plants and beasts awaken to cultivate, strengthen continuously, forming extraordinary tribal kingdoms.

Time flies.

Years pass.

These primitive creatures with horns and scaly skin are like strange apes, gnawing plants across the colorful hills, starting to eat subterranean ice.

This is peculiar to the species; they don't absorb oxygen, only need water, and can survive in the cosmos.

"Gurgle gurgle."

"Gurgle gurgle."

They beat their chests and shout like beasts, constantly making odd noises, surviving on the earth.

They're not true ape-men; born sacred, charged by Fu Qingjun, every species with intelligence rivaling Einstein, rapidly advancing civilization.

Quickly, amid sandstorms, some begin instinctively exercising to resist beasts, others begin tool research to fend off beasts.

Soon, a young tribal warrior learns to meditate, senses his mind discovering his brain inherently chaotic, attempts to construct it.

"Is it really so?"

Fu Qingjun sees this and calmly thinks, "It's also like witches reverse-engineering Techniques, first cultivating Breaking God, then bone, then weight."

"They have strong innate Spiritual Power; can they begin by cultivating Spiritual Power?"

Fu Qingjun has long noticed.

This is a cosmic race of Spiritual Power, extremely wicked; were it not targeted, there wouldn't be such overwhelming fog of Spiritual Power enveloping them.

Crack.

The hero self-named Kakarba starts leading his tribe in brain research.

They discover the brain contains triple helix "cylinders" and quad helix "square columns," each cylinder filled with the essence of life, scrambling and collapsing placed chaotically as if exhausting Spiritual Power to laboriously pick them up and construct them.

After several years of attempts, Kakarba uses cylinders and columns to form the primitive brain palace.

Boom!

An aura erupts from him, signifying the breakthrough of the first realm.

The transformation is unimaginably surprising; his head gradually changes shape, skin detaching to reveal white bone, the skull becomes the mysterious palace constructed by his brain, crystal clear.

Did the head's skin fall off?

A humanoid creature with a palace-headed appearance?

Other companions and tribespeople gawked at the sight.

Kakarba boldly declares, seemingly finding the use for his head, speaking in their primitive constructed language, "I understand how to use it!"

"The cylinders, square columns in our head, are our soul; we build our soul into a palace..."

He suddenly buries himself in earth, leaving only his head.

The head resembles a palace, standing on earth, the mouth opening like a grand gate.

Woo woo woo.

He whistles, the palace-head emits confusing Spiritual Power.

Small animals and insects on the grassland appear entranced by this palace, unable to resist entering through the mouth.

"Crunch!"

He closes his mouth, consuming the creatures that entered.

Clap clap!

Nearby creatures applaud.

Hunting proved difficult; they are a naturally frail race, now possessing this method, they have means of hunting, like catching grasshoppers, playing the waiting game.

Tribesmen cheers resounded.

Time flies; another year passes.

On this land, many crystal-clear palace clusters have taken root.

Each palace splendidly confuses the land's insects and small creatures, enticing them into their mouths.

While developing this function, they discover they can imprison those creatures in their "brain palaces," constantly confusing them, turning them into retainers.

Retainers treat the inside of their heads as their home, residing within, venturing out to hunt, seeking food.

Creatures dwelling within the brain seem, with Spiritual Qi richness because of residing in the spirit home, cultivating rapidly, complementing each other.

Boom!

Days grow peaceful, complacency strips them from savagery, gradually causing chaos, civil war begins.

These palaces start commanding their "head-dwelling citizens" to wage war.

Thus, the first war ignites.

Numerous cave-dwelling creatures are bewitched by those splendid "homes" and "palaces," leading to mutual warfare, defending their residences, buried in soil, leaving only their palace-heads for battle.

Fu Qingjun sits high in the cave-world, somewhat fazed by the spectacle.

People seeing this horrific scene, recognizing this sinister cosmic race, will surely be rendered speechless by fear.

But Fu Qingjun's first reaction finds it intriguing, "These aliens, truly preposterous, palace-heads showing remarkable value?"

"Decoding some matters, shed your fogged appearance, unimaginable you're a Demonic God remnant with such form."

Fu Qingjun scratches his head, "This is how I can originate a Demonic calamity to bring disaster to Earth, meanwhile I can become a real estate developer."

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