Fu Qingjun looked at himself in the mirror in shock. His hair had fallen out again.
Then, his entire scalp felt incomparably itchy. It was as if something indescribable was breaking out of the ground, giving him an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
"Again?"
Fu Qingjun suddenly realized something.
As expected, his hair directly grew out again. Short hair appeared. Then, it was as if he had taken some growth stimulant. The hair started to grow at a rapid speed, gradually becoming a crew cut, then two to three centimeters. Only then did the growth speed gradually slow down …
"Could it be that my hair …?"
Fu Qingjun was shocked. He suddenly tried to use a strand of hair to lift a fountain pen.
"Huala."
In the end, the fountain pen was actually lifted up shakily …
"The strength of a pen!" He was directly shocked. Previously, his hair could barely lift a piece of paper. Had the strength of his hair become so terrifying now?
He tried to use this strand of hair to lift the fountain pen. In the end, he felt as if his scalp was being torn apart.
Pain, pain, pain!
The intense pain caused his hair to let go of the fountain pen. The fountain pen fell to the ground.
He vaguely sensed something. Suddenly, his heart was filled with joy. "Hair has great strength! A strand of hair can lift a pen! I've already started to transform the Sacred Scripture of Sun into the embryonic form of a martial art that belongs to me. "
"It's also a martial art that cultivates strength. It's also related to the souls of the dead. It's like a place of death in hell. Maybe I can call it … the Long Hair Suppressing Force?"
Fu Qingjun was silently speechless.
For a strand of hair to be able to lift a fountain pen was already a terrifying qualitative change.
A large bundle of hair could already lift very heavy things!
But the problem was that it wasn't about how heavy he could lift things. It was the problem of how heavy his scalp could bear the load.
A strand of hair might have the strength to lift an iron sword, but his scalp would instantly be torn off by the immense weight …
"This is ridiculous!"
Fu Qingjun felt that this was too unimaginable. He mumbled, "But how can a weak scalp cultivate? Can it be that I have to use the Iron Sand Palm method, soak my head in a metal pot and continuously grind it? "
This was too difficult!
He had to think of a way to improve this problem. After all, he had to find his own path.
Looking at the growing hair, Fu Qingjun said softly, "However, the second transformation of my hair … should have something to do with the fact that I absorbed almost all the divine and devil experts of the Sun Dynasty."
After all, apart from Gatha, all the Essence, Qi, and Soul Grandmasters of the entire Yao Kingdom, the strongest beings on earth, had already been absorbed by him!
This was the strongest creature in the world!
In terms of pure chakra realm and not physical size, every single one of them was comparable to Jiang Yang, one of the strongest Evolved Jing masters on the surface of the Yin Ruins!
"It's obvious that I've entered the second realm. My hair is constantly growing stronger."
"In other words, I'm using my hair to sow life and wait for it to mature before I harvest it … This will strengthen my soul, which is equivalent to stacking the strength of my own soul!"
Fu Qingjun vaguely understood something.
This was a way to improve oneself: develop civilization, and then harvest.
He put down the white wine that had been drained of its soul. "I've finished drinking it on the soul level, but I can still drink it on the physical level. It's still unimaginably nourishing."
But he didn't plan to drink it. His body was too weak. He had just started practicing martial arts, and his body couldn't handle the nourishment.
Fu Qingjun sorted out his thoughts. After settling all these miscellaneous matters, he began to study another matter.
He sent Gatha into the tunnel.
"It's true that there's nuclear radiation over there, but Gatha is already considered an ultimate transcendent creature … it shouldn't be able to kill him." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and opened the tunnel again.
There was faint radiation coming from the other side.
"I wonder how Gatha's progress is?" Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. "When he left, he brought a few creatures with him …"
This was his own SSR card.
His strongest force.
As for Gatha running away, Fu Qingjun wasn't worried.
Because after trying it out, he found that these were all his dependents. He could control their life and death. As long as they weren't far away, he could sense their location and existence.
They might be able to break free from his restraints, but their souls had to be strong enough to suppress him to break free … Although he couldn't beat them, his soul was still very confident.
Whoosh.
Fu Qingjun skillfully reached into her hair to sense the entrance on the other side.
However, in a trance, Fu Qingjun suddenly noticed something. "Wait, something doesn't seem right. The tunnel I opened for Jia Xia didn't seem to have any nuclear radiation..."
Wrong place?
He thought about it carefully and realized something was wrong.
At that time, death and destruction caused his thoughts to be elsewhere. The tunnel he opened had no nuclear radiation at all.
In other words, he opened an unknown tunnel?
He didn't feel good. Sure enough, there was no trace of Gatha on the other side of the tunnel except for the nuclear radiation.
He looked at the entire broken ancient ship. The main sail was inexplicably broken forever and nowhere to be found.
"Another part of the ship is completely destroyed?"
"Wait, why does the ship have other functions? Did I accidentally activate them?"
"Also, if I sacrificed a permanent part of the ship, where would Gatha be sent to?"
Fu Qingjun was a little dumbfounded.
Such a heaven-defying mysterious ancient ship was obviously a mysterious existence from an unknown dimension. Now that it had lost a permanent part of it … how terrifying was that?
This was the strongest SSR card he had painstakingly cultivated — God's Gatha.
And it went missing?
Where would he go with the respect he had for the three Ancient Gods?
Fu Qingjun was in a trance, but he had no choice. He slowly fell asleep in the middle of the night.
…
The next morning.
The sky was gray and not completely bright yet.
"Five something."
Fu Qingjun woke up from his bed and washed his face and teeth in a daze.
After a night, those ants completed their task very well. The pocket watch they made could no longer be called a pocket watch. It was only slightly bigger than a coin.
Fu Qingjun tried to adjust it and found that it was not very accurate.
But it didn't matter. It was only his first time making it, and he would get used to it in the future.
"Let's go out for a walk and sell the pocket watch. I really have no money." Fu Qingjun thought about it and decided to go out for a trip since he did not have money for lunch today.
Pocket watches were luxury goods for nobles in this era. They could definitely be sold for a high price.
He thought about it, put on his hat and coat, picked up the sunflower that had withered and died in the fire, and walked out of the room.
He gradually walked out and came to a garden cemetery. There were all kinds of flowers placed in front of the grave.
The morning mist was gray and there were dewdrops everywhere.
It was early in the morning, but there were already many people here. They seemed to be sweeping the grave because it was a death anniversary.
"Gatha, I don't know where you went, but with your ability, you won't fall anywhere." Fu Qingjun squatted down and dug a hole in front of a forest at the edge. He buried the flower pot and the sunflower in the soil.
"I'll erect a monument for you. This is your ancient coffin and dynasty. It can also be considered the end of the spirit of the era."
Fu Qingjun did not hesitate. He buried the tombstone and left.
The withered sunflower, flower pots, fresh flowers, and sunflower seeds buried in the cemetery behind him … Who among those who had come to the cemetery knew that a great civilization had once been buried in this flower, a vast epic hymn?
Just as he was about to walk out again, a blonde Caucasian woman suddenly appeared beside him. She pulled her child to sit on a chair beside her.
The child was holding a book and reading.
"Westerners?"
Fu Qingjun found it rare. After all, this was an autonomous region. Foreigners had to register when they entered. After all, this industrial revolution era was independent of the history he knew.
In this world, looking at the corner of the martial arts world and the passing trio of self-driving cars, he knew that there was clearly a mysterious and unknown power … It could not be speculated according to normal history.
He walked slowly.
The child was still reading in the morning, speaking a fluent foreign language. "Countless years ago, the legendary ancient god, Anunnaki, came in the ancient Nibiru and gave it to the …"
Fu Qingjun had been in high school for many years, so he naturally got full marks in English reading comprehension and could understand.
"Child." The blonde woman smiled gently and sat on a bench in the park by the roadside. She pointed to his book and said, "Do you know what Anunnaki, Nibiru, means?"
The child said crisply, "Nibiru, in the ancient mythology of the Sumeer people thousands of years ago, means' ferry '…"
"The meaning of Anunnaki, in the Sumeer language, refers to a person who falls from the sky, but in this ancient land, there are also records of this ancient and mysterious god in the Indian mythology. In the Indian language, Anu is an ant, and Naki is a friend. Anunnaki means … an ant friend."
Fu Qingjun turned around, his expression changing.
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