Both giants were connected to an ancient civilization more than 100,000 years ago.
The West called them Anunnaki, the God of Wisdom, Gatha.
The East called them the Ancestor of Huaxia, Emperor Xia, the deity of the Great Xia Dynasty.
"They thought there really was a prehistoric myth."
"But who would have thought that everything was created inadvertently by me in this era? What they transmigrated to was nothing more than a parallel universe of Earth, my hometown of Earth that is suffering from disaster. "
Fu Qingjun descended from the sky and landed on the head of a blonde beauty.
He crossed his legs and sat on the girl's head in an extremely leisurely posture, looking at the scenery of the street in front of him.
"But if there really is a prehistoric myth, then that's right. Gatha has truly returned to the past … He and the current me, separated by hundreds of thousands of years, facing each other from afar."
"That's a stubborn man." Fu Qingjun's gaze seemed to have turned back to the past, his familiar words still ringing in his ears: Go to the next future.
"But since I've come here, it's time for me to meet another old friend who lives here."
Fu Qingjun's expression was indifferent.
He used his spiritual perception to read the location of Boxall University from the woman's head under his feet.
His lips curled into a smile. "The autonomous region of the Kingdom of Hawk, built along the coast. As expected of the most famous university, its location is unique, and it actually occupies the best seascape."
Whoosh!
The wind howled. Fu Qingjun rode on the clouds, and his surroundings were filled with sonic booms.
After a period of time.
Fu Qingjun descended and landed on a street.
Both sides of the street were surrounded by short green trees.
In the distance was a huge round arch, and in front of it was a white square stone monument erected on the sidewalk. On it was written: Boxall University.
The people walking through the gate were all young men and women.
In the guard booth next to the gate, an old man wearing glasses sat in front of the window, holding a magnifying glass to study a pocket watch. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a watch produced by Miao Chuntang.
"After reading Maya's book yesterday, I feel that Professor Nasica is still a knowledgeable person worth paying attention to."
Fu Qingjun floated lightly and bypassed the guard. What entered his eyes was a blue sea scene in the distance.
At the edge of the seascape was a huge fountain square. In the middle of it stood a white statue of a mermaid. It had a graceful figure and was very beautiful. It was obviously a masterpiece by a Western master craftsman.
He arrived at the History Department's building and entered the corridor on the third floor. With a thought, he sensed a familiar soul fluctuation.
At this moment,
"Good morning!"
"Good morning!"
The tall and slender Professor Nasika greeted the teachers beside him as he walked.
"Professor Nasica, congratulations. The book you just published, 'The Chronicles of the Maya Civilization', is selling very well. It's only been two days, and you've sold seventy thousand copies."
"Yes, I heard that the group who bought it has exploded in reputation. Many of them are Knight martial artists with strong spending power, and even nobles have a set … Liana, the Martial Emperor, is really a legendary figure with a strong personality." A middle-aged fat woman with freckles and a textbook in her arms said with a smile.
Obviously,
Just like Isaac, that part of Maya's history could produce too much empathy for martial artists.
The decline of the Martial Dao Era, one person was a Martial Dao Era.
Wasn't it just the decline of the Martial Dao in front of them? The heavy sense of history and sadness between the lines infected everyone.
Moreover, there was a twist in the last scene.
The witch Yudura was defeated by the Demon Lord, and Ariana The Great reappeared, killing a bloody path, bringing the last remnants of civilization into the depths of the fog. Would the Martial Dao rise again?
There was a reason why it was so popular.
It was in line with the tide of the times, and there was a sense of immersion.
"When I walk through the university, quite a number of the descendants of the Knights in the martial arts course have been talking about it recently. They say that Empress Leona suppressed the world alone and has her back to all lives. She's the goddess of their dreams." The fat woman held the textbooks for the students and smiled again. "You're really a big shot in our History Department."
"You flatter me. Go to class first. The bell is about to ring." Professor Nasica smiled, walked around the fat woman, and returned to her office.
Bah!
The fat woman spat and said to the professors next to her,
"This woman, relying on her husband, Morton, who is the honorary vice dean of our academy and the commander of a frontline army, is making up stories for the sake of selling her books. She's a disgrace to our History Department! She's full of lies and should be placed on the church's rack of shame and burned to death! "
A few History professors next to her also echoed,
"I think so too. There are too many suspicious points. How could there be such a coincidence that it coincides with the mentality of those Martial Dao Scholars, and they managed to excavate this part of Maya's history?"
"I haven't seen her go anywhere for archaeology recently. Where did she get this historical material? It's so real and detailed, and it's written so vividly? It's really suspicious. "
"Witches, angels, demons … This is clearly an adaptation of the myths."
"The Maya civilization is a real ancient history, but she changed it to this."
The fat woman shook her head. "This fabrication is too obvious, and she even used witches as the villains. Witches are indeed the symbol of the church's impurity, and they should be burned to death … She used this kind of villain to resonate with the Knight. What a good plan."
Fu Qingjun frowned.
Indeed, wherever there were people, there was a vanity fair.
He stopped and listened for a while, then ignored them and continued flying forward.
Suddenly, a History professor pointed at the sky outside the corridor and stammered, "Wh-What is that?! Heavens, an angel? "
"Praise God, I saw an angel." This professor was obviously a believer of the church.
Everyone was stunned and instinctively looked, but there was nothing.
"Bastard, you were also brainwashed by that bitch Nasica." The fat woman scolded.
Fu Qingjun bypassed the noisy corridor and came to Professor Nasica's office.
The office was full of all kinds of manuscripts and materials, piled up on the bookshelves. It was so dense, but it gave people a very fair feeling.
Professor Nasica was sitting on a chair and sorting out the manuscripts.
These days, her mind was still filled with the scenes of the past. The elegy of the era, the blood on the earth, the mourning of the people, and the stubborn Ariana The Great riding Quetzalcoatlus and finally walked into the depths of the dark fog.
In the end, what happened?
She cared about that period of history more than anyone else, and she couldn't sleep at night.
Effort will be rewarded.
But is it really like this in reality?
"Ariana The Great, the people fought for a way out for her. She gave everything to restore the prosperity of the world. She staked everything on one throw, but can she really succeed?" She had done too much archaeology and knew that reality was extremely cruel. Hard work will not necessarily be rewarded.
For example, today's Knight, who trained their bodies since childhood and shed endless sweat, could not bear a gun from an ordinary person.
"That era, like the curse of our martial arts today, declined, everything declined … Ariana The Great, she …" She couldn't help but murmur, as if grasping a spark of hope in her heart.
Whether Liana could rise seemed to represent a glimmer of hope in this era.
Suddenly, she heard a clear voice.
"Nasica, it's been hundreds of thousands of years, long time no see."
Professor Nasica's attention was attracted by the voice. She put down the historical materials in her hand and raised her head to look over.
"You are …"
Nasica's expression was complicated to the extreme. "After hundreds of thousands of years, countless dynasties have been iterated and destroyed, you are still alive."
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