"What's wrong?"
At the dining table, Little Loud Mouth was surprised.
Fu Qingjun put down his bowl and chopsticks, and the corners of his mouth raised into a smile.
Another civilization had developed.
Sun Elves?
The rise of civilizations in the world could form a truly vast transcendent world, and he was realizing this bit by bit. And with the population explosion of the Fourth Realm in recent years, the crazy iterative death, he was also about to enter the next transformation.
He didn't say anything, but just smiled and said:
"Little Loud Mouth, the world might really not be peaceful anymore. You have to cultivate well, the world of mortals is really coming. Our world only has a population of over two billion... Compared to them, we are so rare that we have become a true long-lived mythical breed, which is extremely rare."
Similar to the other world during World War II, there was only a population of over two billion here.
"I don't quite understand." Little Loud Mouth scratched her head.
"What's there to not understand?"
Qin Hong smiled and said: "Do you see the newly developed Mount Shu next door? With a population of 20 billion, they have only occupied a few mountains, and they have already crushed our current human population by ten times. "
"Can't you imagine the future world?"
"They have at least a few trillion people just to cover this new continent... According to their population ratio, we are at least one in a few million."
"We humans are really like the mythical world, filled with demonic beasts, those giant dragons in the deep mountains and forests, the immortal giants, and the adventurers, so rare that it is hard to encounter them in a hundred years."
Little Loud Mouth scratched her head, still unable to imagine the scene.
After all, they now had a population of more than 20 billion. Although the number seemed huge, there were not many appearing from the surroundings, so it didn't feel too real.
"Just cultivate well," Fu Qingjun urged.
...
Boxdale University.
Several white-robed priests from the Church sat in front of the history professor, Nasica.
"We are going to bring you back to the Church for the crime of spreading rumors about God." A solemn old man in white with wrinkles looked at Professor Nasica in front of him.
Outside the door, the fat woman laughed proudly and looked at her companions next to her.
Spreading rumors about the Maya civilization was one thing.
Even God had to talk nonsense, did they really think the Church was fictional?
Professor Nasica, you're dead!
The fat woman cursed delightedly.
In the house.
Professor Nasica frowned and said piously, "What I said is not a lie. God has sent an oracle. A new flood will come, the era of the prehistoric mist will reappear, and the world will be doomed."
"If God descended, why didn't he come to our church?" A sharp-looking middle-aged man sneered and said, "The great Lord will not spare us and give an oracle to outsiders who do not believe in the Lord."
"Who knows?"
Professor Nasica shook her head. "The former Church of Light may have been corrupted by so many parasites that even the Lord spurned it."
"You!!?" The middle-aged man was furious. Staring at him while speaking, this was clearly a hidden reference to him.
"Yurka, stop your rude actions." Beside him was an even older old man. His back was straight, and he seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life, but he gave off an extremely sacred aura.
"Then, Sir Sicar, what you said to the students, is it true? Please answer me seriously. "The old man's eyes were firm and emitted a great pressure.
"Yes, Archbishop."
That was Professor Sicca's firm answer.
"Traveling through ancient time and returning to the past, I believe that is the power of our Lord." The old man prayed with a rigid expression, "But what proof do you have?"
"You are publicizing the story of God in the classroom so openly, which will definitely attract our church. As smart as you are, you must know the consequences. You must be prepared, right?"
The old man's expression was calm. "I've read the Chronicles of the Maya Civilization. I admire the characters very much … As smart as you are, you even deliberately attracted us here?"
Professor Nasica smiled and raised the corner of her lips. "Who knows."
She paused for a moment. "However, honorable guests of the church, I'm planning to set sail and follow the instructions left by the Lord. I'll bring the students to a nearby island and give a vivid history lesson. Do you want to come?"
"Please take us with you," the old man who was dressed as a priest said with a smile.
Soon, on the port.
A huge ship was ready, steam billowing out of it.
A group of students boarded the ship excitedly. Compared to the boring classes in the classroom, they preferred outdoor activities.
…
The Sun Elf civilization.
In the blink of an eye, several years passed.
Near the island, the elves in the sea domesticated crabs and fish as mounts and rode the waves.
With shells as the streets and conical shells as houses, a beautiful underwater city began to appear.
With the books brought by Isaac, they began to fully understand this world.
They understood that they were a branch of the prehistoric Maya civilization. They also gradually understood that this world was in the Second World War, and war broke out on this new continent.
The Sun Elves ate sunlight and occasionally ate meat. They lived a carefree life and multiplied along the coastline.
They worshiped the Ancient Sun Elf Tree and practiced sorcery and martial arts. Their population gradually reached hundreds of millions.
In the blink of an eye, the Fourth Realm powerhouses also appeared. They brought the civilization into the high-speed realm of the Fourth Realm. Life and death were rapidly iterated on the ground.
Fu Qingjun stepped on the beach and saw that the golden sand on the beach had been smelted and turned into solid, exquisite, and magnificent buildings.
They called the land where the Ancient Sun Tree grew the Sun Ocean. It was a holy land that nurtured countless lives.
"In the blink of an eye, Isaac multiplied so much."
Fu Qingjun was emotional about the terror of the Daoist civilization. He also understood how powerful his hair was.
It could easily create countless Daoist civilizations.
But, so what?
Life and death were born.
It seemed to be a curse.
If he could not break free from the terrifying shackles of the Daoist civilization, no matter how many of them appeared, they would only be flowers.
"However, I never expected that they invented the Sun Meditation Technique. Through photosynthesis, they absorbed the sun and tempered their souls at the same time. They dyed their souls with the color of the sun and formed a special attribute."
The seawater was unusually clear.
It was like a mirror, and he could vaguely see the new world below.
There were buildings made of corals, shells, and snails. There were towers made of fish bones, and red crab claws were inserted into the ground. There were words written on them, and they formed the street signs and notices of the city.
"They even magically modified the snail shell of the mechanical type into another shape, a … brain that absorbs sunlight?" Fu Qingjun's lips curled up into a smile.
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