With the deduction, Fu Qingjun completely knew the true face of the race in the fog.
It was a race of oddly shaped Dharma artifacts.
It was probably the most practical Dharma artifact tool in the universe.
If he guessed correctly, when the other party was at the fifth realm, the Dharma artifact palace would be able to condense an inner space … That would be the moment when it would truly take shape.
"If the Soul Formation artifact of the fifth realm is built with the skull of the crystal palace on the top of its head, and the fifth realm happens to condense an inner space … If I cut off the skull fruit, it would be a spaceship and a space shuttle that can cross the universe."
"In transcendental terms, in terms of technology, it would be a special advanced technology that uses genetic modification to make living creatures grow into spaceships, creating a spaceship production line."
Such a similar technology had already begun to exist on Earth previously.
In fact, it had already entered the final experimental stage, where pigs were used to help grow human organs before being killed to harvest them.
Never underestimate the intelligent technology of advanced civilizations. For example, the people on Earth a hundred years ago would never have thought of things like the Internet and high-speed rail.
In fact, some mysteries had also been solved.
"At that time, I felt that with Gatha's meticulous mind, how could he have let the enemy escape? Now that I think about it, he killed the main character, and in the end, the broken Dharma artifact escaped. The soul weapon of a creature from an advanced civilization was so ferocious … It ran to Earth and caused the end of the world … "
That was a very likely explanation.
He chased after the main character, but the broken Dharma artifact floated at the side and survived.
However, his master was beaten to death, and he was also beaten to death. That was also the reason why he could tell that the roar of the bloody fog hated the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty so much.
"Also, the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty … I found that name very suspicious previously."
Fu Qingjun vaguely felt that something was amiss.
"The descendants on Earth call the prehistoric Gatha that because he created the Heavenly Courts of the Great Xia Dynasty."
"Why did the extraterrestrial civilization call him that? It seems to be because of the leader of a civilization. Jia Xia wouldn't have brought the Earth myths that I made up to the universe, would she? "
"Not only did he leave the Nibiru legend of the Anunnaki on Earth, but he also left behind the ancient legends of our Earth everywhere in the universe?"
"Maybe the cultivation world, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and the Great Xia Dynasty have really left their traces in the universe …"
The tombstone on the moon, the Eye of Horace, was not fake!
If he could draw such a huge "whirlpool eyeball" on the moon and rotate it toward the earth, why couldn't he draw an even bigger "missing person notice" on other planets?
My fingerprints are not only on the American continent. Could it be that I'm really on the "Universal Wanted List"?
Fu Qingjun's face darkened completely.
"I was too young and inexperienced at that time. That's why my sails …"
Even though it had only been a few months since the incident had happened, it had not even been a few months.
One had to understand how terrifying the ancient ship was. All of its power was contained within the sails of the 'time ability', able to traverse the past and future of the cosmos. Otherwise, the ancient ship would have to rely on the power of space.
In the end, it was taken away by Gatha and disappeared without a trace …
It was just a sail, and there was no way to use it without the hull. Could it be used as a spear and used its indestructible property as a "divine artifact" to fight?
Fu Qingjun kept guessing and deducing.
He felt that it was really possible because he kept studying the ancient ship and found that it could not be damaged no matter what he did. There was not a single trace left.
If that was really the case, it was a waste of God's gift.
Fu Qingjun kept thinking. After all, he was deducing this race. It seemed that he did not find anything, but he could already see a lot of content from the clues.
He shifted his gaze back to the present and looked at the race in the distance.
"This magical artifact race might be very popular in a certain area. They were created and made into weapons by countless powerful beings. Everyone has one … They live like slaves." Based on the current speculation, everyone was jealous of each other, and this speculation was most likely the truth.
But at this point, it was not important anymore.
He was going to be him from now on!
He was going to wage war on Earth and kill Gatha for revenge.
He was going to take the path he was about to take. When he came out of the mountain, he looked outside in shock, with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Immortal Dao Bai Long deduced a restraining technique. I want to see, with the wisdom of this race gathered here, whether or not they can resist the possession."
"He hasn't thought of a way yet, but I want to find it for him and use it to counterattack."
Fu Qingjun looked again. "Since I've already stolen some of their races and turned them into my subordinate Yao Kingdom, developing this sprout, I have to treat it seriously."
"Let's bring the fog of war back to Earth."
…
Time passed slowly.
With the continuous changes of the era, the common people came and went. Birth, old age, sickness, and death, there were many changes in the era.
When they first appeared, the "Gong" race suppressed the other races with their strength alone. Their battle prowess was exaggerated. But now, with generation after generation of risking their lives to hunt, the "Gong" race gradually lost their advantage and gradually declined. They were surrounded and attacked everywhere, and they could only hide here and there.
In fact, they had reached the level of a rare species, to the extent that even a "tool" was hard to find.
As soon as there was news of their appearance, countless powerhouses went to surround and kill them.
The auction houses of the major sects and the large organizations of the people all auctioned them at sky-high prices.
In a cave valley.
Red-brown soil covered the ground.
Inside the cave, a white-haired old man was leading some of the powerhouses around him in deducing arts.
It was Grania from back then. He was only a hundred years old, but his hair was already white.
"In the past, the Celestial Ancestor used his life to derive arts, and now I do the same." An old man was writing and drawing on the ground.
He wanted to find a way to counter the Immortal Dao.
Gatha!
That great hero in the legends!
He had also seen the legends of the Sun Dynasty in his inherited memories.
That was their biggest enemy. Their ancestor, Bai Long, also followed in the footsteps of Gatha and restored the Immortal Dao, which was the biggest obstacle and crisis for them.
Before, he didn't understand Bai Long, but when he saw his people fleeing everywhere, crying, roaring, and wailing, he finally understood the feelings of the Celestial Ancestor who pursued the path of Gatha. He just wanted to see his people frozen in the cold wind and the weak young people shivering, to have a safe place to live, to be able to stand on the top of the world in the distant future …
"I hope I can spy on the Heavenly Dao and find a chance of survival."
Countless grand cultivators at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage were deducing, trying to find the future of their race.
The path of civilization was never successful in one generation; it required countless martyrs and predecessors to step on the mountain of corpses to reach the top.
They seemed to have found some ways and seen some of the future, but they still tried their best to deduce it.
"Ah! This is destined to be recorded in history. "Suddenly, Grania yelled," I see it, I see it! He cultivates Nascent Soul, and I cultivate Dharma Form! "
The surrounding Nascent Soul overlords were all surprised, but their energy was exhausted, and they completely turned into bones, about to pass away.
It was still a cold night, but this sentence started the whole era.
"Children, listen up …"
Grania talked about his cultivation method. "They subdue us. Their Nascent Soul took over the body of the demon palace, and from now on, we will also subdue them …"
He kept preaching. In the tribe, under the cold winter, the faces of some children were burning with anger.
One of the handsome children had an extremely complicated look on his face, mixed with deep hatred, as he half-knelt on the ground. "Great king of the tribe, we must reach the top of the world!"
After the children left, Grania gradually sat alone in the cave, his expression gradually becoming absent-minded. "I hope we can have a future. Although it was created, we will walk our own path."
"We will."
In a trance, Grania seemed to see a mysterious black shadow of an ancient monarch slowly walking toward him, his voice gentle. "The first monarch of Grania's civilization, the world will remember your name in the future."
Grania suddenly smiled. This civilization would still be named after him in the distant future, which was the highest honor and recognition of his ancestors.
Fu Qingjun bent down, gently stroked the dead body, and sighed. "Grania, you are a great hero. I have witnessed your efforts."
Outside the cave, everyone seemed to see the cave burning like a flame of hope, that figure speaking to their king, that was the arrival of their ancestors.
…
"This is the era, and this is the difference between me and you."
He looked up and suddenly looked at the deep dark sky outside the cave. "You only gave them a goal, but used them as tools. As an ancient god, you are high above, but I, as a mortal, have always regarded them as great heroes who walked in front of the civilization, as the masters of the civilization, giving them the honor they deserve, and eternally recording them in the history books."
Or perhaps he was originally a mortal.
His combat power was low, watching the era change, the generation after generation of great heroes in the sky roared to write the poetry of civilization on Earth, while the ordinary Miao Chuntang sect leader could only hide in the town of Duguan.
After finishing his work, Fu Qingjun sat back down in the cafeteria, glanced at Little Mouth who was cursing beside him and smiled. "Another bowl of noodles."
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