Fu Qingjun took down the expensive Iron Wire Fist secret potion and replaced it with the just-bought potion for physical training and ignored it.
But the new era has ultimately begun.
In the fourth century, the god symbolizing wisdom, the great unknowable ancient entity—Jiaxia, completely descended onto the earth, walked among mortals in human form, and began to rule the entire dynasty.
"Cultivate the divine secret tome!"
"The secret tome stimulates all potential of the body!"
In a bustling scene, ants were standing on the grounds.
Time flew by, and an era ended monotonously.
At this moment, Jiaxia sat alone in a high place, looking at the lost and dead ants crawling chaotically, and chuckled softly, "This time, they didn't resist at all."
He quietly returned to the Sun Ancient Coffin, closed the lid, and slept.
"Go to the future, to the fifth century!"
In the dark, he lay calmly in the coffin with his hands clasped in front of his chest and said softly.
"Life is truly strange!"
"Tell them I'm a companion, working together towards an unknowable future, and they will doubt me."
"Tell them I'm a god, leading them inevitably towards a bright future, and they will worship me."
"Tell them the truth that death comes next, and they want to kill me. But if I say it's just sleep next, they'll cheerily lie down and embrace death."
——Nothing of the truth can be told to them.
"This is the pattern I discovered, and to find these patterns, you must rely on the wisdom of thought." He said coldly, softly.
"What is wisdom is the thought to grasp the patterns of the world."
"Then wisdom, when summarized, becomes knowledge."
"So-called knowledge, when piled up, inevitably becomes omniscient, allowing knowledge to create life."
Wisdom!
Knowledge!
Life!
Corresponding to the three greatest beings, corresponding to three great powers!
"And progressing one by one! Wisdom summarized as knowledge, knowledge creates life! This is.... the ladder of the three great truths!" he kept pondering, "So, is this the secret the gods wanted to tell us?"
"It's hidden so deeply!!"
"This is the appearance order of unknowable ancient entities, enlightening the beings on the ground!"
The more he thought, the more he felt its mystery!
He was extremely excited.
The gods treat us so kindly and gently.
They hide so much information for the ground-dwelling mortals to decode, among which is the world's most profound three truths...
God loves the people.
Yet he himself was unworthy of the favor of the gods earlier, failing to recognize the goodness!
...
Eh?
Again nothing?
Fu Qingjun walked out of the kitchen and found the ants on the table had again lost their souls.
"Out of power, civilization halts once more." He recharged them one by one and returned to the kitchen, already heating sand in a pot, throwing in the ant corpses that had died in the previous generations' battles along with herbs, stir-frying evenly.
Crackle, pop.
The sand rolled scorching in the pot.
"Low heat, slow turn, be careful not to burn...."
Fu Qingjun murmured the essentials, focused intensely, his hair flying all around above the iron pot, perceiving every detail, extremely serious,
"I must say, in micro-managing the fire, I am quite proficient; I succeeded on the first try."
"Almost done, fry a bit more then soak in white wine, cover it up, just not sure what the effect will be?"
Fu Qingjun was somewhat looking forward to it.
After all, living requires living expenses; relying on just the little savings from the former owner is courting death!
Moreover, he spent a huge sum!
He frowned: "However, the authentic secret ant potion formula needs the ants to eat the herbs internally for a few days, nurture for a period, then into the pot to stir-fry, soak in the potion..."
Though confident in the ants' quality, ancient and remarkable, for he had nurtured them with sprayed consciousness, yet from this perspective of internal medication, he was not entirely authentic.
Seems he needs to add something to the rice for the ants.
Although the herbs might be bitter and hard for ants, the big man just said well: internal practice and external exercise forge supreme martial arts... Suffering bitterly makes one better than others.
Better advised not to fail to appreciate kindness.
...
Crack.
The world suddenly turned bright.
Jiaxia opened his eyes in the coffin and saw the new creatures of the fifth century.
"God!"
They cried out fervently.
"Yet another era." Jiaxia stood up, more grateful and admiring, "The great three ancient gods bestowed upon us threefold knowledge, allowing us all to have a bright future!"
Looking at these familiar beings, the shell was still the same shell, but inside the soul had already renewed.
Gradually, he increasingly understood how to reinforce his rule and faith, let them continue to worship him, subtly influencing them, ensuring they obey his commands.
God, supreme!
God, magnificent and majestic!
The ants below knelt on the ground.
He sat on the Sunflower Throne of the inverted triangular tower, began to call himself Pharaoh.
Pharaoh means to emulate and learn, old means ancient and long-lasting, signifying learning wisdom... it is the reincarnation of the "wisdom" unknowable existence among mortals.
He even painted an eye at the central part of the massive inverted suspended mountain.
A mysterious pupil as massive as a labyrinth of intricate fingerprint vortexes, overlooking the entire land, majestic and awe-inspiring.
Named Eye of Hemos, the all-seeing eye.
——This is the Eye of Hemos surveying the entire land, carved into Divine Mountain, staring at the beings below lacking righteousness or rule-compliance.
Under the giant round fingerprinted pupil of the inverted triangular golden tower, all creatures began training their stance diligently without neglect.
The Sunflower Golden Tower Dynasty, the first Pharaoh—Jiaxia.
The whole world will remember this great name in the future!
And as countless eras transition, ants trained nearly fanatically, their bodies finally becoming strong and powerful.
Seemingly changing potion specializing in standing stance, the originally lean ant limbs, through constant breaking, straining, and potion recovery, surprisingly became muscular.
Like a tiger, robust limbs practiced the crouching tiger stance on the ground.
Fu Qingjun watching these ants lined up in exercise looked as if he saw a group of muscular men from a gym, full of disbelief.
"This must be a change of body structure, right?"
Fu Qingjun knew that some martial arts could alter the body's skeletal structure.
The most common are the knuckle calluses.
The bones at the fist tips join into a single piece, but those are only forged after years of punching, as bones continuously regrow to reach that level.
It has only been a few days?
"That quickly, muscles increased, could it be related to the sevenfold World King Fist?" Fu Qingjun thought to himself: After all, overload might cause body collapse, leading to easier rearrangement?
Fu Qingjun pondered continuously, "A greater possibility is that the old fleeing ancient ship then was polluted by some evil lifeform, my soul also infected by that kind of Evil God trait, causing my hair to change like this and possess some evil corrosive, variability."
The life bestowed by his soul seemed to all become his adherents, exhibiting unimaginable bodily mutation?
However, Jiaxia led these ants, changing their stance from crouching lion stance to truly upright standing stance!
They stood up indeed!
Each ant's thick muscular hind legs surprisingly supported the whole body, standing upright, exercising muscles and bones in a standing posture, even beginning to punch repeatedly in a semi-crouched position, hands clamped at the waist.
Sizzle...
Sizzle...
Even the two legs ran, starting to run laps.
Fu Qingjun looked dumbfounded, can you imagine: at your desk a bunch of ants not crawling randomly, but upright running, blood boiling, black upright muscular ants exuding youth??
Holy crap?
He almost dropped the freshly brewed ant potion onto the floor in shock.
In all his life, only dogs like Teddy he had seen walking upright, now ants standing... too incongruent.
Like a bizarre mythical imagery evolution from beast to human.
"Next century, the sixth century, go to the next future!"
Jiaxia closed the coffin lid, shut his eyes in complete darkness, as though truly becoming the great God of Wisdom, guiding each civilization and era's progress.