Fu Qingjun watched the duck in the cage gradually speed up to seven times its normal rate, moving rapidly, as if suffering from severe feather loss. Its feathers began to shed, transforming into a bald duck, with new, differently colored feathers seemingly about to grow.
"The DNA sequence recorded by its soul subtly alters the DNA sequence within its cells."
"In other words, the DNA encoding recorded on the biological soul consciousness level has decision-making power higher than the DNA encoding of the cell nucleus within the organism."
At this moment, Fu Qingjun finally understood all the functions of his hair mutation.
Soul extraction, soul editing, soul infusion.
Previously, the civilization playing with ants only utilized the "soul infusion" capability, yet managed to create such a unique ant sandbox.
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, looking at the gradually mutating bald duck, "But unfortunately, the organisms I modify will become bald... I don't know how long it will take before they regrow their feathers."
He seemed to gradually think of something.
Having broken through the unity of essence, qi, and spirit Grandmaster, Jiaxia had his own soul.
Which means, he is an independent being who can integrate with other soul mutations...
"The biology of ants is too simple. As ant species, insects of the order Hymenoptera, this sandbox has already reached its limit, and can only serve as an alchemy wine factory production line."
"Take Jiaxia for example, his upright walking and muscle development have reached the racial biological limit! The potential has been fully exploited unless he is given a more complex and higher life structure to continue evolving..."
Fu Qingjun looked at the energy of chicken and duck souls still left in his brain, tucked in the corner, "Jiaxia has just developed his own soul. If he continually integrates other soul gene templates to complete body evolution..."
Using the ant physique as a foundational template to achieve true species differentiation.
And the ant physique is precisely what I currently need.
They are small in size and require little soul energy; I can continuously supply it... Whereas large creatures would drain him dry with just a few.
For instance, this genetically mutated duck is just an experiment, not really intended for proper nurturing.
Fu Qingjun's breath quickened as he thought,
"I'll study further and enrich the soul gene pool, snakes, rabbits, dogs, get those first, then evaluate the success rate... I can't destroy this painstakingly established ant sandbox."
...
The Seventeenth Century.
The creatures on earth have gone through seventeen generations of life and death.
Only the gods of Olympic Mountain can live on into the future.
They awaken in each era, ruling over the beings of the earth.
However, even the long-lived immortal Pharaohs, though they extend their lifespan hiding in the Sun God Coffin, ultimately face their own aging and destruction.
The souls within the first batch of red ants dissipated.
They crawled disorderly like ordinary earthly ants, roaming across the land.
The slaves on earth watched this scene in fear, secretly recording, "The gods are immensely powerful, yet they age and die, much like us..."
The Eighteenth Century.
With Fu Qingjun's unified infusion, not only the ordinary black ants, but a group of newly born souls also emerged on the red ants.
As soon as they were born, they became high Pharaohs and deities, ruling over the beings of the earth.
And this further intensified the conflict and fear.
"Why are they born to be high above?"
"Could it be simply because they were born with good looks?"
If the ant colony lacked wisdom, they would accept their strict ant colony labor division class as the prolonged years of a hundred million years for the sake of their species' continuation...
But they gained wisdom, and with it, discontent.
"We, why are we not high above?" they wondered.
And in this era, as the red ants gradually fell one by one, only a few remained alive.
Death God Jaqamachi defeated his father, finally breaking through.
"I am the true Death God Jaqamachi!"
"Ruling over the death of the beings on earth! Even my father Tuki, is governed by my death authority!"
He broke through, the second unity of soul and flesh Grandmaster emerged.
The soul fused with the body, no longer a temporary soul, but a true life.
The Nineteenth Century.
Other ancient Pharaohs on the brink of death saw Jaqamachi's successful transcendence and fully awakened.
Knowing that hiding and fear cannot keep them alive, they too started walking the earth, began to understand their true selves, and followed their thoughts and sentiments.
Militant deities waged wars, commanding humans to battle.
Peace-loving gods descended, fulfilling their legacy to save the beings.
Deities longing for partners descended, creating stories and epics of love between gods and humans.
The Twentieth Century.
Some Pharaohs began to break through, transforming into unity of essence, qi, and spirit Grandmasters.
However, the height of ignition sparking everything thoroughly emerged.
Among the black ants, unity of essence, qi, and spirit Grandmasters began to appear successively!
Although the red ants lack the ability to hide and sleep, the black ants strengthened their bodies through generations of falling and dying. Even though it was slow, they eventually reached this stage.
There was a massive surge: a Martial Arts Grandmaster with Qi, spirit, and mind unified, as if birthed from the era.
The black ants split into two factions.
One side maintained a deeply ingrained servitude, the conservative faction; the other side wanted change and liberation from bondage, the radical faction.
The gods began to feel fear, overlooking everything from the Olympic Mountain, gazing down at the mortals on earth, "Do you wish to rebel?"
The servitude faction clung to their fear, "They are the ones who wish to rebel; they have betrayed the divine will, the gods bestowed us with great power."
Yet Mirege Amon, the leader of the radical faction, coldly sneered, raising a stone tablet recorded by predecessors high, proclaiming, "Indeed, gods exist in this world, but apart from the great God of Wisdom Jiaxia, the rest are foolish offspring with partial divine blood, self-proclaimed gods—how ridiculous!"
He looked at the timid black ants, "You, our kin, out of cowardice, cannot truly become living beings, worshiping gods in your hearts, never shattering your inner god, forever stuck in a cycle!"
He scowled indifferently, "The great God of Jiaxia tells us that wisdom must be obtained by oneself! Life without wisdom cannot comprehend what freedom is. When freedom appears before its eyes, it feels fear and unfamiliarity, even wishing for other wise beings to think similarly so as not to seem ugly."
Boom!
War erupted.
Mortal leaders began to resist the dominion from the Divine Mountain.
Several leaders possessed power rivaling the gods, even Jaqamachi, the God of Death, feared them; their punch could create a giant crater the size of their bodies, a leap could reach the peak of the Divine Mountain.
The battle was extraordinarily intense, almost transforming into fleeting shadows.
The earth continually shattered, the heavens collapsed, and the earth sunk; it was the first divine war between mortals and mountain gods, depicted as remarkably brutal in countless later records.
Then, they each retreated.
"How interesting, truly interesting."
Jiaxia never intervened from start to finish, watching the scene on earth with interest, "This is a flourishing age."
Jiaxia still looked over the war on earth, casually commenting, "Who wins or loses does not matter, what matters is... we have reached our limits, significant numbers of beings have reached this realm... our body structures are simple, do we have a future?"
"Stagnation leads to destruction."
He muttered a phrase.
He was indeed deliberately guiding the conflict, creating tension between mortals and gods, because this world was too narrow, stagnant in fairness, devoid of ripples, which would instead lead to destruction.
"However, I have done my part."
He displayed a touch of agedness in his demeanor.
Now, centuries have passed, he should have only lived half his life, in the prime, yet hidden injuries gradually emerged.
"The remaining era has now evolved freely."
For centuries, Jiaxia never completely secluded himself.
In these years, relying on a basic foundational technique, he explored realms from scratch, tentatively, gradually perfected the Sun Holy Scripture, sequentially establishing three Martial Dao realms, each breakthrough brushing death, competing with heavens for life, racing against time.
To lead the tribe into glory, he spent almost his entire life in toil, never giving thought to personal matters.
As among the era's strongest, he once considered passionately fighting the strongest adversaries, abandoning his burdens to challenge the outer world alone; this narrow world might not even be able to stop him.
The illusion of former days was vivid, the momentary imposing aura stirred his fighting spirit; he craved such opponents, camaraderie over drinks, traversing the world alone to see its wonders.
Yet ultimately, he returned to his technique deduction, unable to desert his kin.
He was God of Wisdom Jiaxia, not an ordinary life Jiaxia.
"Embarking on this path, I cannot betray all beings..." His demeanor aged, his frame slender and vigorous like a perfect statue, sat upon the Sun Throne, overlooking the entire earth.
However, now the fourth realm is only half-deduced, and he has entirely lost confidence.
Time waits for no one.
Yet he does not wish to compete, nor to seek anymore.
"I am merely an ordinary living being, yet as a human acting as a god, seizing life's fortune, guiding earthly mortals' development, letting our clan gradually possess True Spirit, through the twenty-century prosperity, not yearning for more."
"The future entrusts to the new generation."
"God of Wisdom Jiaxia's earthly reincarnation, having completed this life, is set to depart this world."
He attested to the inner god, considering himself innately sacred, already the True God of Mankind, not planning to seek the gods anymore.
His heart is too weary, perhaps striving could yield hope like the previous three realms ultimately breaking through, but he forsakes pressing further, refusing to compete with heavens for life again.
"Great Ancient Gods... did you see? I inherited wisdom, did not betray the divine reputation, guiding earthly mortals to this point over twenty epochs..." His demeanor leisurely, intending to enjoy late years, to live out the remains of his life.
But suddenly the world darkened.
The sky seemed to be drawn shut like a curtain.
A faintly blurred golden glow enveloped the distant apparition.
Jiaxia abruptly rose, "How come, I never intended..."
His mind suddenly enlightened, recalling that sentence.
[If seeking me through sight, sound, desire for longevity, then it's walking evil from divine wisdom, unable to see clarity and truth... You with pure minds may perceive it thus.]
Not yearning to see, yet instead witness divinity.
While strands and wisps of black cylindrical figures descended from the sky.
"It turned out to be the highest unknown-level existence... creator of all life, Amiro." Jiaxia stared at the hazy vast mist in the sky's black cylinders, astonished.