Creator of all things, Amiro.
Only at the very beginning of the world, within the ruins of the first century, is there a record.
On that stone tablet mural, it records two tribes warring against each other, as well as an ancient mural of the creator of all things, wherein the feature is the endless black pillars.
"Supreme ruler of all creation... Amiro..."
Jiaxia suddenly looked up at the sky, feeling that vast and majestic great aura, the shadow shrouded in endless divine light, so stunned that he forgot to breathe.
Swish!
Like a gust of wind surging, countless twisting, chaotic black pillars gently pierced from the endless void from all directions, transforming the whole earth into a dark forest.
"God... Deity!"
"Supreme ruler of all creation!"
At this moment, the entire earth, both upper and lower levels, even the entire Olympic Mountain, and the sunflowers up high, all living beings and creatures fell into silence.
Including the gods and the rebelling creatures.
They gazed at the endless existence and felt a primordial and hazy sense of origin.
Clearly sensing that "He" is everything, even their own life is granted by this unknowable ancient presence, as if returning to the embrace of a mother.
"Greatness and immortality! Praise the Lord of all things! The unknowable god dwelling in the unknown void, endless dimensions, and vast time, Amiro!!!"
A fervent hymn rose from below.
Just then, Fu Qingjun skillfully balanced a light bulb on his head, connected by wires, overlooking the small ants on the table, carefully recalling the tone of the school leader's speech from high above, and solemnly said:
"All spirits and all things, all have a future."
All the ants heard an incredibly deep voice.
Deep, ancient, majestic, vast, as if coming from the end of a towering void.
This voice was not in their language, yet it transformed into an extremely primordial meaning, reaching the depths of the soul, making all living beings instantly understand its meaning.
Boom!!!!
That voice seemed to roar from deep within the bloodline, forming an invisible boiling blood roar, but giving a feeling of an extremely cold grand will:
"You have reached the limit of existence, and should unlock the next shackle."
Jiaxia was slightly stunned upon hearing this voice.
Unlock what shackle?
The shackle of life's limit?
Could it be that our civilization has reached its species potential limit, with no future left, and the god of creation wants to reshape and recreate us?
The sky continued to convey indescribable language:
"Travel to the origin of all things and determine the future of civilization."
In the next moment, a vast power morphed into a gigantic wind pressure, sweeping up an invisible storm, causing all living beings on the ground to struggle to stand firmly with closed eyes.
"Light pillars..."
Facing the storm, Jiaxia took a deep breath and first reached out to touch one of the black pillars in the black forest.
The other ant grandmasters also began trying to touch.
Fu Qingjun sat in front of the table, put down the round palm fan in his hand, silently feeling the scattered ant souls moving down his hair into his brain.
....
....
This was a dark void.
In front were four great light masses, vaguely discernible shapes.
Chicken, duck, snake, dog...
After all, there weren't many small animals that could be brought in a short time.
The snake and dog were acquired by negotiating with Little Trumpet...
As for humans, Fu Qingjun also wanted to mess with Little Trump's brain, because being so naive, it should be easy to deceive...
But looking at Little Trump's lush ponytail black hair, he couldn't bear it; it would be too much to cause her hair to thin at such a young age...
The main reason was also fearing that if Little Trump went bald, she might kill him by playing the suona horn for him.
But now, the time came just in time.
Because the ant civilization had developed the "shell" of an ant to its limits, uncovering all potential in just two or three days, conveniently giving them a life evolution ability.
"Where is this?"
Jiaxia looked into the pitch-black void.
"Touch a light pillar to select a new race." Another ancient, vast voice came from the sky and then disappeared completely.
All creatures fell silent for a moment.
They carefully observed the shadows of identifiable creatures before them.
"The God of Hemons said, we are the bottom of all things, without a fusion of wisdom."
Seeing this scene, Jiaxia was shocked by such a miraculous sight, secretly thinking:
"Now, some of us evidently have a fusion of wisdom, thus having an opportunity to rise from the bottom of all things... Our race has the qualifications to be elevated!!"
As God of Wisdom Jiaxia, wisdom was naturally clear and agile:
This is probably the natural law of all existence!
A great gift from the natural master of void existence!
An elevation of their racial status and life scale!
"Thinking this way... we are not the only ones."
"In this world, countless races only have the chance to evolve..."
His eyes were sharp, closely examining these four light shadows.
Jiaxia knew this was the most crucial choice, related to his future.
He already felt he had reached his limit, with no more potential to uncover, but now there was a new opportunity...
"Great God Jiaxia, how should we choose?"
"Yes, there are four directions here..."
"It's hard to tell which is stronger."
...
Around, discussions continued.
God of Death Jaqamachi looked cold, incredibly arrogantly glanced around, "In my estimation, these four have no real superiority, everything is balanced and fair in the grand scheme of things... Just different directions, no strongest direction, only the strongest self."
He finished and directly walked towards the energy mass of the dog spirit, lightly touching it.
A massive amount of life information merged into his soul, slowly converging with his powerful soul, causing him extreme tearing pain.
He endured the pain, this tearing feeling, until he could no longer continue, finally stopping, coldly laughing, "Don't take too much, you might break yourself, act according to your capability."
All other creatures then began choosing a light mass of their own.
Jiaxia watched Jaqamachi with satisfaction; this descendant, though arrogant, was stronger than his father, ensuring their civilization would thrive even without him.
Jiaxia smiled faintly, approaching the chicken spirit, beginning to merge.
Gradually, they returned to the earth, only to find Amiro was gone.
The sky was empty.
The curtains lifted again, the sky high and clouds pale, the faint sunlight gently fell upon the earth, filling the flower pot with an inexplicable tranquility and harmony.
"Has the God's grace ended?"
Jiaxia sat on the throne, his heart feeling empty, vaguely a bit lost.
Everything seemed never to have happened, as if it were a grand dream, dreaming of a strange world.
But he suddenly felt his entire body was like burning blood, boiling intensely, every inch of bone and muscle tearing from the deepest part, undergoing the profoundest change sedimented within.
"My realm is dropping..."
He seemed to feel a sense of powerlessness.
"No! My limit is being elevated!!"
He suddenly felt thirsty and hungry but resisted hunger to arrive at the bitter sea, where the faint glow of sunlight reflected on the water surface, showing his reflection.
His exoskeleton skull was peeling off, shattering like a cracked eggshell, slowly revealing the soft skull inside, alongside the sharp fierce golden vertical pupils,
"My head?"