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They crawled aimlessly.
Although they possessed intelligence, they didn't know what they were supposed to do, wandering around the room in confusion and starting to eat food.
Suddenly, the ants spontaneously performed a strange unified action, bumping antennae with each other, gathering as if holding a meeting.
"They're actually attempting to create a language."
Fu Qingjun watched for a moment and was stunned by these sacred-born ants!
He quickly and eagerly wrote down a few words in his notebook,
"Ants are creatures that use pheromones as a language for communication... But it's too simple now! Now they're creating a more complex pheromone language that can express emotions, establishing a universal standard for their language through antennae touch!"
"The sign of the beginning of a civilization is communication and transmission, and communication arises from the emergence of language!"
Fu Qingjun suddenly felt an instinctive fear stemming from deep within his genes over millions of years.
In the long evolutionary history of Earth, countless species have been eliminated and evolved, and humans have become the only intelligent life on Earth. But these ants before him exhibited advanced intelligence, nurturing their own civilization and era on the table... this means an unprecedented civilization upheaval is about to emerge on this planet!
Yet Fu Qingjun was excited because he knew that he... could control them.
Control these high-intelligent lifeforms that would require millions of years of prolonged evolution to emerge!
Fu Qingjun continued to watch the development of civilization on the table with curiosity.
They communicated for quite some time, colliding their antennae, unifying the precise meanings of certain terms, and simple linguistic expressions of emotion began to emerge.
But after creating the language, the ants seemed to wander aimlessly once again.
After wandering in a daze for a while, they divided into several groups, intensifying communication due to the acquisition of language, with an extremely clear division of labor and greatly increased efficiency.
One group began leaving marks on the soil, attempting to create writing.
One group began building new houses in clusters.
One group started exploring all surrounding structures extensively, opening up new territories.
They displayed an extremely tight organizational discipline in an instant, and Fu Qingjun was amazed at their intelligence, even though ants inherently possess strong hierarchical division and discipline.
But soon, they reached the flowerpot on the corner of the table, climbed up the sunflower along the branch, and discovered the throne left by the "War at the Top."
Crash—
In an instant, countless ants appeared to be in great chaos!!
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They directly carried the Ant Queen up, overturned the soil throne, and vaguely saw a mudstone tadpole script tablet engraved on it.
They stopped creating their writing and began attempting to decipher these tadpole scripts.
There were only a little over a hundred initial character symbols.
The corresponding symbol meanings were annotated with drawings, seeming to show that the ancient creatures from the ruins era were trying to leave proof of their existence and express something using ancient words.
Meanwhile, they were not just surprised by the ancient writing, but also shocked by the recorded images on the old stone tablet mural:
In the sky, indescribable vast unknown twisted creatures lurked in the mid-air fog, with massive chaotic airflows swirling around, seeming like a supreme lord, gazing coldly at every creation of this pitiful world. In the shadows, countless black pillars piercing the sky filled the ground.
And on the earth, under the gaze of the indescribable mysterious fog ruler, two ancient clans roared and battled each other bitterly on the ground.
The sky...
The earth...
This awe-inspiring mythic vast scene struck them deeply.
Looking further, after this scene, there was a tablet recorded in words:
"Amiro created all things."
All the ants were thoroughly shaken.
A gigantic sound of scurrying came from the table, a sound that seemed uncharacteristic of ants, carrying a sinister and malevolent air.
"The Creator created two clans and let them war on the earth??" they whispered among themselves, pheromones transmitting.
Continuing to read down, with their nerves unsettled, the tablet simply stated another line.
"We engaged in intense debate, unable to unify the image of God."
And the bizarre description afterward provoked intense fear among all the ants.
It depicted the creatures of the ruin era each seeing its true form in the mist and quarrelling over differing opinions.
Each strange pattern was twisted on it.
There was an image of an enormous ant, with countless sinister, twisted black thin legs, curving in the air like pillars of the sky.
There was an image of a gigantic spider that also resembled an octopus, with countless long legs piercing the earth...
There was an image of a black mass of fur, countless shimmering twisted lines floating in the air, resembling a black sun hanging in the sky, with numerous threads piercing the ground.
All the ants were stunned.
The prehistoric creatures each saw something different...
But there was no doubt that all those who saw Amiro's form noticed the distinctive characteristic of countless black pillars.
Fu Qingjun also saw this, somewhat speechless, and calmly continued writing in his notebook:
"Although they are clever, they are limited by poor eyesight and can't see my appearance clearly — only a corner of it, mingled with their own imagination, seeing a part but thinking it's the whole, yet they still call me... God, Amiro."
"But I'm merely an ordinary human with abundant hair, experiencing a certain event that led to an excessive accumulation of spirits resulting in some anomaly. Now, I'm simply conducting a petri dish experiment at an ordinary desk in ordinary human society of the World War II period..."
Fu Qingjun was quite honest.
He didn't consider himself a god, feeling incredibly weak.
He could only control his hair with his Spiritual Power, and beyond that, his Spiritual Power couldn't even move a piece of paper.
And what could hair do?
It could only drift in the air, weak and soft, not even as strong as a finger.
Fight?
If someone grabbed your fluttering hair, they'd pull off your scalp!
Hair could only be used to insert objects.
"But to ants, this vast giant that I am, in this ant nest where intelligence is born, could certainly be considered a god... because I easily dominate their life and death."
Fu Qingjun continued to observe.
At this very moment.
The ants became even more chaotic, frightened, uneasy, restless, and terrified... countless emotions spread out as they looked at the continuation of records on the stele.
In the prehistoric ruins of civilization, there was a phrase filled with horror, pathological depth, and eeriness,
"Death began to emerge..."
"We performed various rituals, but couldn't summon Him..."
After recording this eerie and chilling phrase, it seemed they experienced unimaginable mysterious events, leading to large-scale deaths as prehistoric tribes began to vanish, until, ultimately,
The stele merely had a scribbled line left, etched in the unknown, wrapping the intense fear of prehistoric beings before their death,
"Our consciousness flees quickly, our bodies last long."