Fu Qingjun continued silently carrying the woven bag he bought outside, returning to the apartment building, planning to continue raising ants.
The world's wars and conflicts are not something he can resolve; letting nature take its course is enough.
Moreover, the history of this world is much better.
The most difficult times have passed; they didn't blindly close off the nation, arrogantly proclaiming themselves as the Celestial Empire, but instead, their first reaction was to ruthlessly learn the enemy's techniques.
Currently, Fu Qingjun wishes to continue researching his ants and then go home to see the apocalyptic ruins over there.
He knows quite clearly how small his current capabilities are.
He pressed down on his hat, cautiously returned to the apartment, went up to the third floor, and with the massive spiritual power tendrils above sensing the surroundings for any gazes, he then entered the room.
After going out once, several hours had passed.
Fu Qingjun returned to the room, discovering that those ants, after brewing, had their husks on the "Ant Biological Testing Field No. 1" on the table parasitized by new souls.
Under the leadership of a new Ant Queen, they were rustling and exploring the earth again.
Soon, they ascended the throne once more and discovered those ancient inscriptions, seeing the writings left by the prehistoric beings of the first generation.
"Amiro created all things."
They showed a strong shock, just like back then.
Afterwards, they looked towards the wall paintings recorded by the second batch of prehistoric beings:
A mysterious ancient giant lifeform covered in countless twisted white swirls, numerous raised fine lines covering the entire body, paging through a tome as vast as the earth.
Upon the tome, countless ancient beings were worshipping.
Below the murals, matching with these words:
"Hemons bestowed knowledge."
All the ants were shaken once more.
The second mysterious existence bestowed the beings on earth with knowledge, great enough to change fate...
The first mural depicted the gift of life!
The second mural depicted the gift of knowledge!
They whispered among themselves, pheromones passing information.
If our guess is correct, what will be bestowed upon us in the third era?
They continued reading, still in a state of shock, encountering only a simple statement on the slate.
"We fiercely debated, appearance, still not unified."
The depiction that followed still showed the beings of the ruin era, seeing His true appearance amidst the mist, featuring various odd forms.
A massive twisted evil abyss with white swirls...
A worldly giant serpent with milky patterned spirals...
A gigantic ant silhouette with bumpy fine lines all over...
The prehistoric beings each saw differently, but undoubtedly all those who saw Hemons shared that distinctive elegant white swirl.
The ants' chaos increased.
They hurriedly looked at the next record on the stone tablet.
"We continued training in the classics."
"Yet death still began appearing..."
"It was because we were not pure or holy enough, desecrated the gods..."
The inscriptions left only crooked words, etched with the prehistoric beings' unknown, intense fear before death,
"Anomaly appeared... God-given tome... Survivor.. Child of Divine Favor.."
"He is hope, buried in the coffin deep in the sun, future beings to awaken him!"
All the ants shivered intensely, looking towards the depths of the Sunflower Throne.
Some ants panicked.
In the depths of the sunflower, prehistoric beings from the second era still survived!
Amidst the chaos, the Ant Queen led the other ants into the sunflower, discovering a mysterious ancient black-and-white striped coffin, which, when opened, revealed an ant with red stripes that opened its eyes.
Fu Qingjun was startled to realize that this ant seemed to have undergone limb mutation through martial arts and potions.
Its soul had significantly merged with its body, coupled with being hidden in the soul-rich depths of the sunflower, surviving until the third era.
"Establish civilization and order, follow the gods' decrees."
The red-striped ant named Jiaxia, emerging from the second era, sat on the sunflower throne, ruling the earth as the oldest ant qualified for leadership.
Boom!
A new era began.
On the desktop, residing in houses, the language and characters continued.
In the third generation, Jiaxia began to command the population to train in martial arts, stand and practice lion postures, training them diligently and applying potions earnestly.
Hours passed as all the ants became engrossed in striving, incredibly excited, until death approached.
"Why can't we survive yet?"
"You are lying!"
"You must be plotting against us!"
As death approached once again, suspicion and fear emerged amidst the huge madness,
"The first era, a god descended, the second era, a god descended too! Now in the third era, a god should also descend as well!"
"Why hasn't any god appeared!"
"You must be deceiving us! The two-century stone slabs of prehistoric civilization ruins are all fake!"
"There are no gods in this world!!"
And so, war began.
They... wanted to kill this prehistoric conspirator!!
"No, no, it's all true... The gods will surely descend in this era too, giving us a type of power." Jiaxia roared in justification, as hundreds and thousands of subjects came to kill him.
He leapt and scrambled everywhere, constantly evading pursuit and death.
Fortunately, the subjects exhausted their strength as their souls dissipated, turning into unconscious beasts crawling around, allowing him to escape alive.
"Why is this happening?"
This era endured, while Jiaxia sat dazedly on the ground, reflecting on how earnest he had been, how diligently he had replicated the gods' decrees, so meticulously, not daring to slack off in the slightest.