Accompanied by the deductions, Fu Qingjun fully understood the true nature of the race within the mist ruins.

A race of bizarre magical artifacts.

They are probably the most practical tools in the universe.

If not mistaken, at the fifth realm, this magical artifact palace can condense inner space... this is when it truly takes shape.

"A Divinity Transformation Artifact at the fifth realm: if the crystal palace skull on top is constructed into a ship, then the fifth realm can just refine the internal space... Cut off the brain fruit, and it's a space spacecraft, a cosmic shuttle, capable of traversing the universe."

"To put it in extraordinary terms, it's a special advanced technology using genetic modification, allowing biologically grown ships, creating a race of cosmic spacecraft production lines."

Such similar technology had already begun to appear on the previous Earth.

Even entering the final test phase, utilizing "biotechnology" to have pigs help grow human organs, and then slaughter them for harvesting.

Never underestimate the wisdom of advanced civilizations, just like a hundred years ago, Earthlings couldn't have imagined things like the internet or high-speed rail.

Moreover, some mysteries have been solved.

"At the time, I thought, with Jiaxia's meticulous nature, how could he let the enemy escape, let the tiger return to the mountain? Now it seems, he killed the main target, resulting in a broken magical artifact escaping. Just a biological soul weapon of a higher civilization was so fierce... and it ran to Earth, flaunting its might, causing doomsday..."

It's a very likely explanation.

Chasing the main target, but the broken magical artifact drifted nearby and survived instead.

However, the owner was killed, and it got destroyed too, which was the angry roar heard from behind the blood mist at the time, explaining such hatred for "Emperor Xia".

"And, Emperor Xia... this name seemed suspicious from the beginning."

Fu Qingjun sensed something amiss,

"On Earth's descendants, this is how they refer to the prehistoric Jiaxia, because he created the Great Xia Celestial Court."

"Why do alien civilizations call him that? It also seems to be because of a leader of a civilization? Jiaxia wouldn't have taken the mythical stories I concocted on Earth into the universe, would he?"

"Not only did he leave the Anunnaki legends of Nibiru on Earth, but he also hurriedly went outside, spreading our ancient Earth myths throughout the universe?"

"Perhaps, things like cultivating immortality, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Great Xia Celestial Court, have indeed left traces in the universe..."

The tombstone on the moon, Eye of Hemos is not fake!

Could he paint such a big "swirling eyeball" nonchalantly on the moon, facing Earth, and can't make an even bigger "missing persons notice" on some other planet?

My fingerprints, not just on the American Continent, could they really be a cosmic wanted notice?

Fu Qingjun's face turned completely black.

"I was too young at the time, inexperienced, which is why my ship sails..."

Though upon careful calculation, the events have only spanned a few months until now.

One must know, the ancient ship is so terrifying, all its power lies in the sails of "Power of Time", traversing the past and future of the universe. Otherwise, the ancient ship could only use "Power of Space".

Yet Jiaxia took it away without a trace...

Just the sail, without the hull, couldn't be used, perhaps regarded as a portable spear, used as a "Divine Artifact" in battles due to its indestructibility?

Fu Qingjun kept speculating and deducing.

He felt it's quite possible, for as he continued studying this ancient ship, he discovered it was indestructible, leaving no trace whatsoever.

If this really is the case, what a waste of natural resources.

Fu Qingjun kept contemplating, for although this deduction revealed nothing substantial about this race, much could be inferred from the scattered clues.

His gaze shifted back to the present, looking at that distant race,

"This race of magical artifacts might be widespread in certain regions, created and refined into weapons by countless powerful beings, with everyone having one... living like slaves." With the current speculation, everyone's eagerness to besiege them is probably the truth.

But now, it no longer matters.

I will become him now!

To wage war on Earth and kill Jiaxia for revenge.

First, walk the path he is about to tread, so that when he emerges, he'll be shocked, facing a pathless world.

"Immortal Dao Bailong, deducing a restraining technique, I want to see, can the wisdom of this race gathered here now repel a possession?"

"Before he can find a solution, I want to find it for him, and then use it to counterattack."

Fu Qingjun looked again, "Since I've already stolen some of their race and converted them into my vassal Demon Country, developing this sprout, I must take it seriously."

"Bring back the fog of war to Earth."

...

The years float by.

With the endless cycles of eras, the cycle of life and death, many changes have occurred.

In the past, the "Gong" race, with its own strength, overpowered other races with exaggerated combat strength. But now, with generations willing to sacrifice themselves in the hunt, instead, the Gong race gradually fell from its advantage, declining, and they are being hunted everywhere, forced to hide and scurry about.

They have even become a rare species, reaching a state of being hard to find.

At the slightest rumor of their appearance, countless strong warriors rush to hunt them down.

All the major sects' auction houses and large civil organizations auction these at astronomical prices.

In a cave in a valley.

The red-brown soil covers the ground.

Inside the cave, an old man with white hair is surrounded by several powerful figures, deciphering techniques.

It was Grania back then, now just over a hundred years old, his hair already white.

"Years ago, the Immortal Ancestor deduced techniques with life, and now I do the same." An old man writes and draws on the ground.

He seeks a way to counter the Immortal Dao.

Jiaxia!

The great hero from the myths!

He had also read the legendary tales of the Sun Dynasty from the inherited memories.

That was their greatest enemy, and Ancestor Bailong also followed Jiaxia's footsteps to restore the Immortal Dao, giving them the greatest obstacle and crisis of extinction.

Previously, he didn't understand Bailong, but seeing his entire clan fleeing everywhere, crying, roaring, wailing, he finally somewhat understood the Immortal Ancestor's heart in pursuing Jiaxia's path, just to see the clanspeople freezing in the cold wind, and those shivering and frail young clansmen, to have a place to call home, to stand at the top of a brilliant world in the distant future...

"I hope to glimpse the Celestial Dao, seeking that thread of hope."

Here are countless great powers at the Nascent Soul Stage, seeking the future path for their race.

The path of civilization has never been accomplished in just one generation, but requires countless pioneers and sages, climbing the mountains of corpses to reach the summit.

They seem to have found some paths, seen some futures, yet still exhaust themselves in deduction.

"Ah! This is destined to be a moment recorded in history." Suddenly, Grania exclaimed: "I see it, I see it! He cultivates the Nascent Soul, I cultivate the Dharma Aspect!"

The surrounding Nascent Soul powers were all pleasantly surprised, but were mentally exhausted, turning completely into withered bones, about to decay.

This day remains a cold night, but this sentence opened an entire era.

"Children, listen carefully..."

Grania narrated his cultivation method, "They conquer us, Nascent Souls take over and reside in the Demon Palace, but in the future, we will also conquer them..."

He explained continuously, in the tribe under the harsh winter, children's faces burned with raging flames of anger.

Among them, one child, with a beautiful and complex look, full of deep hatred, knelt on one knee, "Great Chief of the Tribe, we are bound to reach the world's pinnacle!"

After allowing the children to leave, Grania gradually sat alone in the cave, his expression gradually becoming dazed, "I hope we have a future to show, even though created, we will make our own path."

"We will."

In his daze, Grania seems to see a mysterious ancient monarch shrouded in a black demonic shadow slowly approaching, softly saying: "Grania, the first monarch of this civilization, in the future people will remember your name."

Grania suddenly laughed, for this civilization is named after him in the distant ages, which is the highest honor and recognition of the ancestors.

Fu Qingjun bent over, gently caressing the remains, sighing: "Grania, you are a great hero, your efforts, I have witnessed."

Outside the cave, everyone seemed to see the cave burn with the flame of hope, that figure speaking to their king, which was the arrival of their ancestor.

...

"This is the era, this is the difference between you and me."

He looked up, suddenly staring at the deep, dark sky outside the cave, "You only gave them a goal, yet treated them as tools, as an Ancient God high above, while I have always been a mortal, considering them as great hero pioneers at the forefront of civilization, as mentors of civilization, giving them due honor, eternally recorded in history books."

Perhaps he was always just a mortal.

With feeble combat strength, watching the epochal changes, the great heroes of heaven wrote Earth's poetic epics in anger, while he could only hide in the ordinary Miao Chun Hall in Du Guan Town as the sect leader of an average gang.

After finishing his tasks, Fu Qingjun sat back in the canteen, glanced at the little trumpet swearing beside him, and said with a smile, "Another bowl of noodles."

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