Fu Qingjun was silent for a moment.
At this moment, he viewed the room where he had lived for seventeen cycles of rebirth from a different, hazy perspective.
The desk, computer, ornaments, bed, all of these things unexpectedly had a strange novelty to them.
He should have been incredibly familiar with everything here.
Perhaps it was also because it had become an apocalyptic ruin, shrouded in mist, filled with a mysterious strangeness... Additionally, the room had been populated by countless densely-packed upright black-shelled humanoid creatures, or rather, it had become a...
Prosperous Dynasty!
A multitude of slender humanoid armored beings clad in snow-white duck wings walked on his desk, with metallic long spears and steel swords planted before the palace, remarkably constructing a huge and exquisite Angel Palace, ruling over the beings on earth!
Ants are indeed one of the best nest builders.
