Fu Qingjun watched helplessly as the entire civilization of the Demon Country was born and then fell.
Their seemingly lengthy civilization of over twenty epochs, in my eyes, was nothing more than a few fleeting moments; just going out and blowing the horn a bit, spending a few days researching the pattern of this new world...
But for the life within, it was everything.
Fu Qingjun sat at the table, overlooking the tear-streaked Jiaxia on the land of blazing flames, feeling somewhat emotionally complex.
In this moment, the world on the table's sandbox with its deicide and upheavals made him fully realize:
That what he raised on the wooden table was not just a simple ant nest culture dish...
Since he had given these ants advanced souls, they possessed true intelligent life, and it was far from being that simple.
On the pear wood table was raised...
A civilization of wisdom.
They developed in such a narrow table sand world, yet they had their own spirit and courage!
