Fu Qingjun blinked, his hair wrapped around a light bulb held above his head, yet the combined strength of so much hair still struggled to lift the bulb.
"Great God, where are you? Have you come to extend our lives?"
The Ant Queen trembled with a voice that was both shocked and delighted, able only to vaguely see a distant, misty, illusion in the void, shrouded in golden, holy light, unable to see the truth.
It turns out, the ancient stone tablet's depiction was incredibly real!
Do not look directly at the full picture!
Do not gaze upon its form!
Like mist, formless and intangible, it seemed to be the very source of life, warm and eternal!
Only by witnessing with your own eyes can you understand the shock of it, because any written record is feeble and powerless, unable to depict even one ten-thousandth of its greatness.
All the ants looked longingly towards the sky.
"Cough, they really are a bunch of nearsighted ants..." Fu Qingjun knew it was fortunate he had foresight. If not for holding the light bulb above his head to make them feel he was at the vague location of the light source, they would surely look around wildly when his voice dropped.
Even now, when they're looking at a light bulb rather than me.
"Great Amiro, are we... not meant to exist??" The Ant Queen asked cautiously and tremulously, looking at the vast, hazy, golden light source in the sky.
The next moment, an ancient presence emitted a voice they could not comprehend, yet it carried a spiritual message they could understand.
"Your forms are small... the lowest of all things... a place with no 'wisdom.'"
Fu Qingjun gazed down at the table, trying to explain the reason for their deaths as simply as possible.
He was honest.
Perhaps he truly did make a mistake; ants, these small insects, cannot develop intelligence.
Because their brains cannot contain it, they have no cerebral cortex, no mature and large brain organ capacity, their brains smaller than a grain of rice can only temporarily attach the soul, which will quickly dissipate...
Perhaps, only by inserting hair into large-brained animals is the correct path.
But large creatures, their demands are excessive, one might surpass thousands or tens of thousands of ants, how many could he handle?
Caring for a few would be exhausting.
As the Sea King, Fu Qingjun wanted to raise a large group, seeking quantity rather than quality.
Raising only one or two would indeed be like a Beast Tamer, too ordinary, so he's quite hopeful about these individual ants that require little injection, if he could solve their fundamental problem of small size and inability to contain a soul, it would be perfect.
"So we... were not supposed to appear." The Ant Queen transmitted a rustling message, filled with disappointment, as the ants behind her looked surprisingly at the sky, at this gentle, great, giant deity.
"Then why have you come to see us?" the Ant Queen asked.
Clearly, the deity could ignore them, the weak, yet chose to tell them the truth.
The God's voice penetrated the entire firmament,
"If you seek me through form, by sound, by desire for immortality, it is to walk in the false path granted by divine wisdom, unable to see pure truth... If your hearts are pure, you shall find it here."
Fu Qingjun spoke calmly.
Yet he was too lazy to say much, grabbing a martial arts pile standing manual with one hand and slowly placing it on the table, speaking softly, "Nevertheless, all things in the world have their laws, you have no place for fusion of wisdom, this manual may be your lifeline, read it once."
Boom!
At this moment, as his hand placed the manual on the table, the ants suddenly saw the deity's appearance clearly.
They stared in shivering awe at the vast, indescribable, pale, alien object.
Its irregular form was hard to describe, its surface composed of countless twisting, shapeless, exquisite white thin lines, and those lines elegantly twisted into milky white whirlpools that slowly stirred, as if leading to a bottomless abyss. On its body were spiraling, vast discs of knowledge, containing all the truths and wonders of the world, absorbing them...
This is God?
The Ant Queen was extremely excited, it was so grand, so unearthly, so strange and mad, yet filled with an inexplicable sacredness and vastness, possessing unimaginable pulling force.
It struggled to widen its pupils, but couldn't see more than a corner!!
Suddenly startled, feeling it had realized something: this... is not the Amiro the ancient life of the previous era saw, the creator of all things!!
It had none of the iconic writhing black celestial pillars!
Like the clear opposition of black and white...
This was a white, writhing, disc-like deity, unrecorded in prehistoric times??
It wasn't Amiro, creator of all things, but a controller of the world's knowledge, a mysterious, white, swirling disc-patterned ancient existence...
"...Have them read the book and practice martial arts, who knows if it can save them."
At this moment, Fu Qingjun's mind lingered on saving these ants, "Raising ants, nurturing progeny, is clearly my special ability... As long as I keep growing, I'll have the power for self-preservation."
He placed the book on the table with one hand and slowly opened it for them to see.
On the table, he slowly turned the pages of the "Basic Foundation Pile Accumulation" manual, every once in a while, turning a page slowly, "This World War II era, somewhat absurd, might really have some mysterious powers... like this martial art."
The book contained almost no words.
It was all pile standing and movements, and the positions for toughening the skin with potion applications.
According to Fu Qingjun's guess, the lack of words was because it was primarily studied by illiterate lower-class martial men, naturally requiring no words to express.
"I hope they can cultivate, having a strong body to house the soul? But can pile work? I glanced quickly, seemed to resonate through standing postures, a kind of harmonic vibration to temper the body... Can ants also do it?"
The more he thought, the more he felt like he was daydreaming, making ants stand in posture...
"As for the potion, I can pour a bit for them, could it be used?"
"Unfortunately, I don't have the most basic pile foundation potion to apply, Fu Qingjun, a martial artist of this level, shouldn't need it anymore, I can only use his secret Iron Wire Fist martial arts potion for these ants, and that's obviously more advanced, more costly... now it's really a waste, oh well, waste it is..."
Fu Qingjun kept thinking, flipping through page by page.
He began letting the startled and fearful ants climb on top, continually studying the large, twisted black line diagrams.
And the ants were incredibly shocked.
They fervently, like devotees, went in groups to study the vast book, taking turns to learn, dividing the work cooperatively, each recording sections of the divine manual's knowledge.
Soon, Fu Qingjun flipped for ten minutes, left a small bottle cap of potion, and took the book away directly.
Only leaving the shocked ants, watching the vast, indescribable, distant misty void, the light slowly dissipating, and suddenly, as if a curtain was drawn across the high, far-off, clear sky.
Swish—
The night instantly vanished.
The golden sun revealed itself over the desk, everything returning to the previous calm.
As if nothing had happened, warm sunlight poured down, utterly peaceful, yet the Ant Queen joyfully cried out, "Hurry and transcribe the God's bestowed manuscript based on your memorized parts!"