Time flew by.
Grania continued to develop the 'Soul Palace' and realized that the possibilities of his race were limitless.
The structure of the brain was like an embryo with perfect potential, capable of giving birth to a limitless future.
"We, we are too strong!"
"We are the greatest miracle of the world!"
Grania's fifty-third year, their insect-like lifespan rapidly multiplied, reaching a population of hundreds of millions. Many crystal skull palaces and other buildings had been accumulated in their tombs.
And with this accumulation, they built one giant palace after another, swelling their numbers day by day.
"We will explore this world!"
Grania shouted, full of arrogance as a peerless genius. "I broke through to nascent soul at the age of thirty-one, and will reach transformed soul in a hundred and fifty years!"
He was indeed worthy of pride. A genius like him was born in a population of ten billion.
Countless tower-like creatures began to appear, conquering the world as they began to explore.
Grania's one hundred and twenty-first year, they broke through a layer of rock and finally encountered another cavern, inhabited by a large number of intelligent creatures, forming a civilization.
There were snails, living soil creatures, mechanical species, and so on. After all, back then, Fu Qingjun had also released them from afar, and it would be impossible not to have enemies.
"What are these creatures?"
"What are they?"
The snails also cultivated the shaman system, the living soil creatures cultivated the Shushan system, and the immortal dao creatures cultivated the immortal dao system. However, they only had inherited memories, and did not know why they were here.
The three races had been fighting here to begin with, and did not expect that there would be a race of monsters hidden in the nearby caves developing at the very edge.
However, they did not remember, but the palace race did.
"You are those fellows from Gatha's era!"
"After the great flood, we will rule the world again!"
… …
The two sides began to fight.
The palaces began to release their insect people.
"What are these monsters?"
"They are the same size as us, and we have developed on this land for a hundred years. Their heads are actually buildings, and they release insects from them?"
The civilizations were shocked, suffering heavy losses all at once, caught unprepared, and suffering many casualties.
But soon, the three races discovered the uniqueness of the building heads, and after killing them, they examined the corpses with wild joy.
A tall man bent down and cut off the head of a pagoda monster.
He took down the exquisite pagoda and observed the windows and doors of the crystal-clear divine pagoda. There were figures flashing inside the pagoda. It was simply the most beautiful work of art in the world.
He began to think of a way to refine this' Soul Pagoda 'with his mind, turning it into a magical artifact. In an instant, he held the pagoda in his hand and went everywhere to suppress and kill his enemies. He actually became famous, imprisoning demons within the pagoda and becoming a Nascent Soul Immortal King. He recruited countless disciples and peerlessly beautiful dao companions, becoming an overlord of the Immortal Dao.
"They are simply natural Dharma treasures!"
Countless people also noticed this point.
The main function of this mechanical snail was to act as a computer. It was an auxiliary brain that excelled in calculation, and this was the real weapon in front of him.
"Kill them!"
This clan was extremely terrifying, extremely tyrannical.
There were all kinds of mysterious palaces above their heads. They were powerful, and there were even smaller insect demonic beasts inside. Their battle prowess was dozens of times stronger than theirs.
However, the huge benefits made them risk their lives to surround and kill a lone monster race with dozens of people.
The war completely broke out.
In fact, some of the fourth stage Nascent Soul Immortals began to research the art of possession, taking over the Heavenly Palaces and becoming the people inside the soul palaces.
All of a sudden, the situation turned for the worse!
"It's like a natural disaster."
Grania watched the tragic deaths of his clansmen. Although their battle prowess far surpassed the combined power of the three clans, he knew that the situation was hopeless.
"So that's how it is."
"Our clan is blessed by the heavens, but we are … an artifact created by another species." Grania finally seemed to have noticed something.
He seemed to have seen the power of heaven and earth, as well as the sorrow of the birth of a race.
A terrifying shadow, an ancient existence of the universe, created their clan, giving them blessed by the heavens, giving them holy birth, but …
"Just like … those artificially cultivated and grafted fruit trees."
Grania looked at the Peacetime Dynasty above the sea of clouds. "We are all human-shaped fruit trees, running around with an artifact fruit hanging above our heads. We nurture all kinds of divinity, study the characteristics of our artifacts, and wait for others to pluck and cut the fruit."
"This is our life."
"The Demon Palace Clan, the life of an artifact embryo." Grania seemed to have understood something. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
Their clan had too many traces of human factors.
It was very likely that they themselves were a commodity, a commodity.
"How pitiful we are." Grania felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his raging ambition. How could he save his ancestors and resurrect the dead like this?
Fu Qingjun naturally saw the change in his state of mind.
He did not expect that the remains in the mist was an 'artifact'.
It was not the original owner killed by Gatha, but the remains of the artifact after the owner's death. It floated here, trying to resurrect itself.
"Don't worry, they may humiliate you, curse you, and look down on you. But here, all lives are equal." Fu Qingjun's expression was calm as he sat in Miao Chuntang's room, eating river snail noodles and continuing to cultivate. "We just need to develop well."
However, since it was to resurrect his clan, he could at least comfort it.
Fu Qingjun's expression changed.
After all, the times had changed. There were no bottlenecks in cultivation levels. As long as they kept sending troops, there would always be a few geniuses who had the potential to become Soul Formation Cultivators. This one was no exception.
In the darkness, Grania seemed to see an ancient figure gradually appearing in the endless black mist.
That figure was surrounded by a demonic aura and had a domineering posture. He stood in the universe with a sky full of stars behind him and said calmly, "I'm not afraid.
"In the past, there was the Sunflower Mythical Dynasty. Our race was born lowly, raised like lambs by the gods and devils, harvested like fruits. But I still killed the gods, shattering the endless stars, causing the gods to tear open a hole in the sky. A giant hazy hand streaked past, pouring down a bucket of water of primal chaos, destroying the world.
"If our clan is weak, then we will cultivate to be strong."
"If our clan is weak, then we will cultivate to be strong."
"Cultivate, act, and all kinds of ways to make ourselves stronger. Even ants can attack the Heavens, why can't our clan?"
Grania's eyes widened.
Their ancestor was one of the most terrifying Gods and Demons in the past.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have lived until today and still wanted to resurrect himself.
However, this clan, which was coveted by the world, was able to counterattack. How terrifying was that?
"This era has declined. After the Great Flood, our clan will rise again."
The fiend figure sat on the ancient throne of darkness. "Resurrect us and we will rule the world again. Why do we need to rely on the reincarnation of the Gods and Demons in the sky? Our clan was created by the Gods, but we are not afraid of them. "
Grania's expression was solemn. There was regret in his eyes, but he gradually became determined.
"The Immortal Dao restrained our clan in the ancient Gods and Demons era … But since our ancestor could rise, he must have a way to counter it."
"Gather all the capable people in the world. I will redesign our clan's Artifact Crafting Art."
Grania's year 108, the master of the Demon Palace began to try to find a countermeasure. The Heavenly Palace in the mist resisted the invasion of other races.
When Fu Qingjun saw this scene, she pulled herself together again. She put down her bowl and chopsticks, rolled up her hair, and elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue. "That's how it should be. The brilliant sparks of civilization can only be produced by collisions. I've just broken through to the sixth realm, and I need a lot of wars and iterations for the common people. I need to destroy the world a few times to reach the threshold of perfection."
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