The era of the Artifact Clan.

Fu Qingjun opened the exquisite box, looked at the ship inside, and took out a piece of paper attached to it, which explained how to sign the contract.

"This era has indeed developed so frighteningly; having this method of 'soul manipulation' can control these weapons, making them one's private property."

This is the foundation of civilization.

The civilization Fu Qingjun is developing has only been around for hundreds of years, how could it have the depth in all aspects?

Earth took five thousand years to evolve to the era of electronic networks, and to reach the universe?

It is extremely lengthy.

The time scale of every cosmic civilization is unimaginable.

The establishment of the sixth realm requires millions, even tens of billions of years of civilizational accumulation!

Even Fu Qingjun's rapid progress from a fourth to sixth-level civilization is due to pilfering Jiaxia's legacy and growing quickly to this level.

"But from another angle, how is this not utilizing the power of time to develop civilization?"

Fu Qingjun spoke softly, "Sending Jiaxia back to distant cosmic prehistory, back tens of thousands of years on Earth! And then accepting his civilizational foundation in Earth's later years!"

It's just unexpected that Jiaxia developed into an interstellar civilization.

Fu Qingjun sat quietly in this room from tens of thousands of years ago, carefully studying the structure of this artifact ship, without the intention of embedding blood to claim ownership.

Because he possesses a unique mutated soul ability that no one else has: infecting living beings as kin.

"As long as my cowlick is inserted, input my soul, it can take on my color, becoming my soul descendant." Fu Qingjun's cowlick on his head slightly twitched, instantly lengthening, stabbing forcefully into the top of the Spiritual Artifact Ship.

Crack!

As Fu Qingjun continuously injected his soul, the artifact spirit began to tremble.

But such trembling wasn't long; it quickly turned into Fu Qingjun's kin.

"Mm... the first kin in this prehistoric world, in this era, you are the second presence besides Jiaxia."

Fu Qingjun's expression was very calm, "No matter what, we must first develop a batch of native kin here, blend in, and initially research Aio."

He cannot easily allow the Demon Country on Earth to come over.

Since the place hasn't been explored thoroughly, and it's very dangerous, with their pathetic combat power, although appearing as if in the sixth realm, being blown apart by any sixth realm is highly likely!

This place is, after all, the prehistoric Jiaxia civilization with Tribulation Crossing Stages as common as dogs.

Therefore, first assimilating a batch of natives in, as the forward base, is also a good choice.

"This Artifact Clan seems to have very extraordinary aptitude, capable of great endeavors."

Fu Qingjun thought for a moment, recalling previously saying this is a divine-level artifact spirit fetus, yet it was made into a low-level traveling-type magical artifact.

Fu Qingjun reobserved for a moment, finally understanding why it was given to him so easily.

The artifact spirit's soul consciousness has been wiped away from emotions.

"No matter how good the body's aptitude is, it's almost useless, lacking self, already turning into a true tool." Fu Qingjun sighed.

Low-level artifact spirits don't need emotions, only rationality.

And higher-level top-tier divine artifacts require preserved complete souls to form "growable" weapons.

"Mm, but to me, this isn't much of a problem; letting others reincarnate into this body will do, it's just a temporary life, a good shell."

Fu Qingjun plans to cultivate the civilization of the Artifact Clan as a sandbox here.

At least under Celestial Court's rule, form a small force in the mortal world, before something happens to Jiaxia, try to accumulate some power.

"Mm, prehistoric Artifact Clan civilization, then you are the remnant god-demon in the mist... to let Emperor Yan revive the ancient ancestor."

Fu Qingjun thought.

"It was you who, in this era, pioneered the method of Dharma Sign! Hated the world, want to devour all beings, to plague all beings!"

"And after Jiaxia's great flood, your remnants hated Jiaxia, came to Jiaxia's homeland, shrouded in mist, allowing Emperor Yan to revive you...."

...

Fu Qingjun organized his thoughts and found the logic quite coherent.

After all, there must be prehistoric "Artifact Clan god-demon remnants," naturally create a prehistoric Artifact Clan god-demon, develop a base here.

Regardless of success, it aligns with history.

Emperor Yan also has a genuine ancestral corpse needing revival.

"However, the Dharma Sign system is indeed your Artifact Clan's opportunity for rise; whether it can be seized depends on you." Fu Qingjun spoke calmly.

Fu Qingjun habitually wrote on the desk.

1. Pass him the Dharma Sign system pioneered by Emperor Yan, let him, conversely, take the role of the father.

"Anyway, such matters are no longer the first time." Fu Qingjun contemplated for a moment, secretly scoffing, then continued writing.

2. Let him develop a new Civilized Demon Country, establishing a forward base here.

3. Perhaps the previous Dharma Sign system couldn't handle the true monsters of this era, he still needs to modify his Artifact Clan bloodline.

"After all, those Artifact Clan under Emperor Yan are already modified kin sub-species by me... the main clan doesn't possess such strong power to come over and suppress."

Reshaping life is definitely necessary; otherwise, Artifact Clan having this system without corresponding physique can't rise.

"In other words, my God, do I need to accept disciples again?"

Fu Qingjun felt headache.

But soon, he thought of something else, "No need to find newcomers, just select one from the existing Divine Demon Night Banquet members to reincarnate into this era."

"Let whom be the ancestor of this Emperor Yan?"

Fu Qingjun squinted, glanced to the other side, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth in a smile,

"How come you arrived so timely?"

"Indeed, thinking to be an ancient ancestor, still have to look at you Qin Hong, with this face, perhaps the entire world's future is filled with faces resembling yours, Qin Hong."

...

World War II Earth.

Qin Hong walked out from the dining hall of Miao Chun Hall, gazing at the brilliant starry sky.

Two years!

Exactly two years!

Who knows how she endured it?

As the Angel Emperor Empress of the first life, she hadn't truly reincarnated a second time.

Although in reality, there was secret development; during World War II, she established Buddhism and revived Shushan Land, but she still wanted to pass the Divine Demon Night Banquet's test, reincarnating into other eras, far future or past.

But unfortunately, surrounded by a group of mad angels wanting to create a species to defeat the angels created by her was quite difficult.

"But today, I've finally succeeded."

Qin Hong looked at the species in front of her with excitement, "Indeed, dealing with these flying birdmen still needs electricity."

Every creature has bioelectricity, and the powerful species before her employed bioelectricity, "A species fused with electric eel, then recompiled for new genes... according to the reincarnation similarity principle, I should reincarnate into an era as deep-sea creature or fish species?"

She kept pondering, "It's the final stage."

Soon, a few days passed, and she completed the final calibration.

"Let me reincarnate, to one of the eras."

She looked at the pitch-black Divine Demon Night Banquet, "Praise the Nameless God in the void, regardless of the era, I will spread your glory across the world!"

Crack.

The scene before her turned pitch black.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a delicate box.

She seemed to be a ship-shaped ornament, somewhat like jade, exquisitely transparent, emitting a stunning aura.

"Wait, what about the promised fish species?" She was shocked; this reincarnation wasn't as similar species, "This isn't a fish species, and not even related to animals!"

In the next moment, she quietly opened the box, observing her surroundings.

It was in a classic, elegant room, where a white-winged man was at the desk.

But when Qin Hong glanced at the man's appearance, she was instantaneously astounded.

God! Which space-time have I come to?

And why does God's appearance seem so immature, lacking that powerful aura; could it be I've arrived at God's childhood era?

She was utterly dazed!

But the very next moment, she suddenly thought of something even more terrifying: "God is rumored to be a remnant god-demon from the prehistoric great flood, very ancient... here, could it be I've arrived at the mythical era of the prehistoric great flood, witnessing God's childhood era, about to see that great cosmic civilization, and... the living Jiaxia?"

Her face was full of impossibility.

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