Time flies.

Grania began to continue developing the "Soul Palace," discovering the possibilities of his race, and felt infinite possibilities.

Through the structure of the brain, it is like a perfect potential embryo capable of nurturing an infinite future.

"We, we are truly too strong!"

"We are simply the greatest miracle in the world!"

In the fifty-third year of Grania, their insect-like lifespan frantically iterated, already numbering in the billions, and the tomb had accumulated many crystal skull palaces and various buildings.

And along with this accumulation, they built massive palace complexes, allowing them to expand day by day.

"We must explore this world!"

Grania shouted, full of arrogance as a rare genius, "I, at the age of thirty-one, broke through to Nascent Soul. In a hundred and fifty years, I will surely reach the Divinity Transformation Realm!"

He was indeed worthy of pride, such a genius emerges once in billions of population.

Countless tower-shaped creatures began to appear, waging war across the world, starting their exploration outward.

In the one hundred and twenty-first year of Grania, they broke through a layer of rock upward and finally encountered another cavern, inhabited by a civilization formed by a large number of intelligent creatures.

The snail people practicing wizardry, the clay beings, the mechanical species, and others... After all, Fu Qingjun had also deployed them from afar, there couldn't be no enemies.

"What are these creatures?"

"What is this?"

The snail people practiced the wizardry system, the clay beings practiced the Shushan system, the celestial beings practiced the celestial system... However, they only had inherited memory and didn't know why they were here.

These three tribes had originally been here battling, unexpectedly there were hidden groups of monster tribes developing in the extreme margins nearby.

Yet, they didn't remember, but the palace tribe did.

"You are those guys from the Jiaxia Era!"

"After the Great Flood, we will reclaim the world!"

...

War started between the two sides.

The palace group began to release their insect citizens.

"What are these monsters?"

"With a physique similar to ours, we have developed on this land for a hundred years, their heads are buildings, releasing insects?"

Various civilizations were shocked, suffering tremendous losses, being caught off guard, with many casualties.

But soon, the three tribes quickly discovered the special nature of the building-head tribe, delighting in inspecting the corpses after killing them.

A tall man bent down and cut off the head of a tower monster.

He removed the exquisite tower building, examined the crystal-clear windows and doors of the divine tower, shadows flickering inside, it was simply the most beautiful craft in the world.

He began to find ways to spiritually refine this "Soul Tower," turning it into a magical artifact, holding the tower in hand momentarily, subduing monsters and enemies everywhere, gaining fame by imprisoning monsters within the tower, becoming a Nascent Soul Lord, recruiting countless disciples, gathering beautiful celestial partners, becoming a giant in the celestial path.

"They are simply born as magical artifacts!"

Many people discovered this.

This mechanical snail, its primary function is as a computer. It's an auxiliary brain skillful in calculation, yet this is the true offensive weapon.

"Kill them!"

This race is terrifying and formidable.

They have various mysterious palaces atop their heads, with immense power, housing smaller insect monsters inside, whose combat power far surpasses theirs by dozens of times.

However, the huge profits made them risk their lives, surrounding and killing a lone monster tribe with dozens of people.

War erupted completely.

There started to be beings as Fourth Realm Nascent Souls researching the method of seizing control, taking over their Celestial Palace to become a person within the Soul Palace.

Suddenly, the situation turned thoroughly unfavorable!

"Feels like a natural disaster."

Grania looked at the tragic destruction of his tribe, although their battle power still far exceeded the combined strength of the three tribes, he knew the trend was gone.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is."

"Our tribe, uniquely blessed, yet inherently is.... some kind of magical artifact species created by other species." Grania finally sensed something.

He seemed to see the great trend of heaven and earth, the ancient sorrow at the birth of the race.

A terrifying black shadow, an ancient existence in the universe, created their tribe, allowing them to be uniquely blessed and naturally sacred, yet...

"Just like... that artificially cultivated grafted fruit tree."

Grania looked at the Prosperous Dynasty in the cloud sea, "We are each a human-shaped fruit tree, running everywhere, with a magical artifact fruit atop our heads, nurturing the sacred ourselves, researching their magical artifact attributes, ultimately waiting for others to pick and cut the fruit."

"This is our life."

"The Demon Palace tribe, originally the life of a magical artifact embryo tribe." Grania seemed to have become completely enlightened, how could there be such coincidences in this world?

This race has too many traces of human intervention.

It's likely that they themselves are a commodity, a cargo.

"We, how pitiful we are." Grania felt his burning ambition extinguished by cold water, how could such a self talk about saving ancestors and reviving the deceased?

Fu Qingjun naturally also noticed his change of heart.

Unexpectedly, the remnants in the mist were actually a "magical artifact."

Not the main body slain by Jiaxia, it's the relic of a magical artifact after the master's death, drifting here, wanting to revive itself.

"Don't worry, they despise you, insult you, curse you, all beings look down on you, but in my view, all are equal." Fu Qingjun looked calm, sitting in Miao Chun Hall, eating snail noodles while continuing cultivation, "Just need to develop well."

However, since it is to revive the remnants of my tribe, it might be comforting to show up for a moment.

Fu Qingjun's expression changed.

After all, the era is different now, without the boundary holding one back, as long as there's crazy population explosion, out of several hundred billion people, a few are bound to break through to the Divinity Transformation talent, and this one in front is such.

In a deeper sense, Grania seemed to see a terrifying remnant shadow gradually emerging in a sea of endless black mist.

That silhouette, full of demonic breath, with a domineering posture, stood in the universe, starry sky behind, spoke lightly:

"In years past, the Sunflower Myth Dynasty, our tribe was born humble, kept by gods and demons like sheep, harvested as fruits, yet I still killed gods, shattered endless stars, leading to gods tearing open the sky, a giant hand faintly swept across, pouring a bucket of chaotic water to destroy the world."

"Tribal flaws, then repair them well."

"Tribal decline, then rigorously train its strength."

"Practice, act, realize various paths, make oneself powerful, even ants can fight against heaven, how can our tribe not?"

Grania widened his eyes.

Their ancestors were among the most terrifying gods and demons back then.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have survived to this day, still seeking to revive themselves.

But, to rise against this kind of coveted and feared race, who knows what terrifying talents are required.

"In this forlorn era, this era, after the Great Flood, our tribe should prosper."

The demon shadow spoke lightly, sitting on the ancient dark throne, "Revive me, I will return to the world, why rely on the reincarnated forms of cosmic gods and demons above? Our tribe, created by gods, yet fear no ghosts or gods."

Grania's expression was solemn, regret flashing by, gradually becoming firm.

"In the Ancient Gods and Demons era, the celestial way restrained our tribe.... However, the ancestors were able to rise, there must be a counteracting method."

"Gather all talents under heaven, I want to test my tribe's refining techniques again."

In Grania's 108th year, the master of the Demon Palace decisively began attempting to find responsive techniques against the invading larger tribes.

Fu Qingjun watched this scene, seeing the other recovering, putting down his utensils, hair elegantly wrapped in tissue to wipe the mouth clean, "This is how it must be, the sparks of a brilliant civilization need collisions to emerge, I just broke through the Sixth Realm, needing massive world wars and iterations, some destructions to reach the perfect threshold."

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