Earth.
The celestial civilization on Mars had been developing for more than 300 years, which was nearly a year in reality. Including all the previous events, two years had passed on Earth.
The past two years had been very exciting.
A year and a half ago, the dark fog that shrouded the entire Earth was dispelled.
People were rescued and rebuilt their homes on the ruins. However, they lived on this planet as Grand Magi.
The entire planet developed rapidly and became a paradise.
Towards the stars, all kinds of spaceships began to leave Earth, and space colonization began.
The development was so rapid that for most people, all of this felt very unreal.
The ancient mythological civilization recovered, and mortals the size of ants ruled the entire Earth.
The era of the great explosion of civilization.
Under their dumbfounded gazes, the mortals were like the "alien disaster" creatures in those sci-fi movies. They multiplied crazily, colonized space, and were like locusts.
Fu Qingjun walked on the street.
He looked at the shops, all kinds of bicycles, motorcycles, as if nothing had changed, and everything had been rebuilt.
"Two years, it seems that I don't feel any sense of reality. My sense of time has become more and more indifferent." His expression changed slightly.
Next to him, Fu Qingjun vaguely saw a few old friends in a milk tea shop at the corner of a university.
"Sigh, it's like the plot of a sci-fi movie."
"Sigh, two years have passed in the blink of an eye. We were still in our third year of high school back then, and now we're in university."
"Yeah, back then, we were waving flags and shouting battle cries with Senior Tang Meng, saving the entire world, and witnessing the tragedy of the era … Now, Senior Tang Meng is completely high and mighty, and has no fate with us small fries."
"There's nothing we can do. If only we had learned the skills of love back then and won over Senior Tang Meng." They said irrelevant things.
A few people with almost no changes in their appearance, but their originally young and inexperienced faces had become incomparably mature. They sat in the milk tea shop next to them and chatted.
They were Fu Qingjun's classmates back then.
They were originally in the top class, and with the help of revolutionary friendship, most of them applied to the same school after the disaster ended. There were even many male and female classmates who got married.
As the class monitor, although Fu Qingjun didn't expect these pairs of underground gang members, he still sent them his sincere blessings.
The TV was broadcasting the news.
In the 572 year of the Immortal Dao civilization, the current human ancestor, Hongqi, celebrated his 600th birthday. All races in the world celebrated. The Heavenly Courts ordered people to send congratulatory gifts …
[There is hope for the cultivation of the Grand Wizard. Our Tang Meng Empress has contacted the mechanical species and wishes to take the path of technology. We will build a Nutrition Cultivation Room and Man-made Gods in it.]
A few students were still drinking milk tea.
"Two years is actually just a blink of an eye for us Grand Magi. Our cultivation speed is too slow … However, it is said that Senior Tang Meng contacted the mechanical species and wants to take the path of a technological civilization. She wants to use nutrient drinks and health pods to forcefully break through the realm. Then, she will first create a fourth realm and infect some people with the God's Blood."
This was a very popular topic.
He had to think of a way to solve the problem of the slow cultivation speed of the Senior Magi.
As for the Transcendent Path, it was purely about cultivating the body.
Technology-type cultivators used technology to modify their bodies.
The essence of both was the self-" evolution "of life.
Meanwhile, technology-type cultivators used various "gene medicines" and "health pods" to forcefully modify the body so that one did not need to train one's muscles, weigh one's bones, or use physical training to stimulate the limits of one's life. It would also allow one's muscles and bones to achieve a huge transformation.
In fact, there was even a Mental Training Room. One would continuously train in the virtual dream and finally "know who they are".
In the technological civilization that they imagined, one could improve their realm as long as one had money.
Although the powerhouses obtained through this method were only at the realm but could not withstand a single blow, technology-type cultivators were not barbarians who fought in close combat.
From the beginning to the end, they had the perspective of an ordinary person. They only used technology to increase their "lifespan", "nerve reflexes", and "soul strength" so that the people in their society could live for hundreds or even thousands of years.
"The big shots above said that no matter what, we should enter first. We should first take the path of technology and pull out a batch of fourth realm cultivators who are only at the realm. Then, we will be infected with the God's Blood so that we can enter that realm day by day."
"That's right. Otherwise, we won't be able to keep up. How long will it take for the Grand Wizards to rise?"
"The Grand Wizards are really cleaning the ground and doing hard labor for the Heavenly Court. Now, even the Dragon King looks down on us."
"Yeah, I heard recently that he was skinned by a child who was only a few years old. I suspect that he is the reincarnation of Nezha."
"Take the path of technology. I heard that we Grand Wizards are going to have a deep cooperation with machines. After our fourth realm Grand Wizards' movements and nerve reflexes reach the speed of sound, we can research and build mechas, spaceships, and become pilots … Otherwise, ordinary people will instantly bleed from their orifices in the supersonic environment."
"Do you think mecha masters will appear in two years?"
"Fourth-level mechas against fourth-level Nascent Soul cultivators, and fifth-level mechas against Soul Formation cultivators?"
"I feel good just thinking about it. The apocalypse has appeared. It's a disaster, but it's also an opportunity. We all have the possibility of immortality. This level of civilization has advanced by more than a few thousand years. "
"It's like a movie or a novel."
…
They kept chatting.
Suddenly, someone said, "Do you still remember the class monitor? I heard that his parents live in a building nearby. "
"The pain of losing a son." Another student was silent for a moment. "But there's nothing we can do about it. Too many people died at that time. We were able to survive because the Maya civilization quickly discovered us …"
The voices gradually became sparse.
"A cup of original milk tea."
"Okay."
Fu Qingjun held the milk tea and left the milk tea shop. He didn't say goodbye to his old friends.
When he became the leader of the Miao Chuntang and secretly communicated with Li Mo outside the door, the Fu Qingjun of that year was already dead.
He did save them, but was it necessary to tell them?
They were no longer people in the same world.
"Sigh, look at that person. He looks like the class monitor."
"No, how can I forget the back of Fu the Scapegoat?"
The voices gradually faded away.
Fu Qingjun's figure lightly swept past a residential building and came to the community. From the window of a tall building, he saw a pair of parents. They were holding a baby and smiling happily in the living room.
Fu Qingjun's expression was still calm.
In fact, some time after the apocalypse, Fu Qingjun had found the location of his parents. However, he only protected them in secret and didn't do anything.
He had also checked their qualifications. They were very ordinary, so they simply continued to live as ordinary people. Although he had the ability to give them opportunities, was it useful?
The heroes who walked on the frontline of civilization knew the risks they faced the most.
It was enough to let them develop along with Earth and obtain benefits such as longevity and so on. The happiness of ordinary people was protected by heroes. Being willing to be mediocre might be one of the best ways of life.
And as these two years passed, after he died in the fog apocalypse, they finally got rid of the shadow and entered a new life. He also had a younger brother.
"Wait, let's go back to the Miao Chuntang to eat noodles."
Fu Qingjun held the milk tea and suddenly raised his head as if he felt something. He returned to business and silently observed the vast blue sky of the universe. "Huh? That guy is about to completely explode and start to eat people? "
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