Chapter Nine, filled with the unknowable ancient gods of circular reasoning
This is a white, writhing disc, a deity not recorded in prehistoric accounts
The queen ant trembled as she spoke, filled with both surprise and joy, only able to see the incredibly hazy distant void shrouded in misty shadows, enveloping the golden, radiant light of the divine, yet unable to perceive the truth.
Splash
The book contains almost no text
Like a mist, formless and intangible, it seems to exist as the original source of life, warm and eternal
Everything seemed as if nothing had happened, the warm sunlight poured down, creating an atmosphere of unparalleled peace, yet the queen ant joyfully exclaimed, "Quickly write down the sacred texts bestowed by the divine according to what each of you has memorized!"
He slowly turned the pages of the book "Fundamentals of Basic Stance Training" on the table, flipping a page gently every so often. "This era of World War II is somewhat absurd; there may indeed be certain mysterious forces... for instance, this martial art."
Fu Qingjun blinked, her hair curled around a light bulb held above her head, yet the combined strength of all that hair made it somewhat challenging to lift the bulb
I hope they can cultivate, a strong body to accommodate the soul But can standing meditation be effective? I glanced casually, and it seems that through standing meditation, a certain resonance and vibration method is used to temper the body... Ants should be able to do it too
According to Fu Qingjun's speculation, the absence of written language is due to the fact that the majority of the basic-level rough warriors are illiterate, and thus there is no need for written expression.
The night dissipates in an instant
It involves both standing postures and movements, as well as the positions for applying the medicine to the skin.
He is not the Amiral who created all things, but rather an ancient existence of unknowable level that governs the knowledge of the world, adorned with white swirling disc patterns
Do not gaze directly at the full view
Only by witnessing it with one's own eyes can one comprehend the profound impact it holds, for any written account is pale and powerless, unable to depict even one ten-thousandth of its greatness
Raising a few is already exhausting
It turned out that we... should not have appeared. The queen ant transmitted a rustling sound of pheromones, filled with disappointment, while the ants behind her looked up at the gentle, magnificent deity in astonishment
Fu Qingjun lowered her head and looked at the table, saying, try to explain the reasons for their deaths in the simplest way possible
He does not have that iconic writhing black pillar at all
He is very honest
Is this God
Like the stark contrast between black and white
If one seeks me through form, through sound, and through the desire for eternal life, it is to walk the path of evil with the divine gift of spiritual wisdom, and one cannot perceive the true clarity... If you focus your heart with purity, you will be able to see this.
Indeed, the ancient stone tablet is described with remarkable authenticity
At this moment, Fu Qingjun's thoughts were focused on saving these ants, "Raising ants, nurturing dependents, is clearly my special ability... As long as I continue to grow stronger, I will have the power to protect myself."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was simply being fanciful, imagining ants standing in formation
The golden sun shone down on the desk, and everything returned to the tranquility it had known before
Suddenly, a shock ran through his heart, as if he had completely realized something: this...! ... is not at all the Amiluo that the ancient beings of the previous era beheld as the creator of all things!
All the ants gaze longingly at the sky
In a short time, Fu Qingjun flipped through the pages for ten minutes, left a small cap of the potion, and directly took the books away
It is clear that there is no need to explain, and for the weak among them, it could easily be disregarded, yet they insist on informing them of the truth
The voice of God penetrated the entire firmament
Perhaps I was indeed mistaken; these small insects, the ants, are not capable of producing intelligence
Even if what they see now is the light bulb, rather than me
As for the potion, it can indeed be poured for them; but can it be used
You are of a small stature... ... at the bottom of all things... ... with no place for 'wisdom'.
He, however, was too lazy to say much. With one hand, he grasped a classic text on martial arts stances and slowly placed it on the table, softly saying: "Thus, in all things in the world, there must be a certain order. Without your own understanding, this text may serve as a source of vitality, but it should only be read once"
Fu Qingjun kept thinking in her heart, turning the pages one by one
Perhaps only those large-bodied animals with brains, represented by their hair, are on the right path
He placed the books on the table with one hand, slowly opened them, and presented them for viewing
Because the mind cannot contain it, there is fundamentally no cerebral cortex, no mature and substantial brain tissue capacity. A brain no larger than a grain of rice can only temporarily attach to the soul, and will soon dissipate
"Cough, they really are a bunch of nearsighted people..." Fu Qingjun knew that it was fortunate she had the foresight; if it weren't for her head being illuminated by the light bulb, giving them the impression that they were near the source of light, as soon as the sound fell, they would surely be looking around in confusion
The queen ant was immensely excited, it was too grand, too sinister, too bizarre and frenzied, yet filled with an inexplicable sense of sanctity and vastness, possessing an unimaginable allure
Only raising one or two truly makes one a beast master, which is rather ordinary. Therefore, he has high expectations for these individual ants that have a low demand for injections. If the fundamental issue of their small size, which prevents them from accommodating a soul, can be resolved, it would be perfect
Do not gaze upon its form
At this moment, as the palm placed the scripture on the table, the ant suddenly saw the appearance of the deity clearly.
"Great Amilo, were we... not meant to be born?" the ant queen asked with a trembling voice, filled with excitement, as she gazed at the enormous, hazy golden light in the sky that resembled the sun
Unfortunately, I do not have the most basic type of foundational ointment for training. A martial artist of Fu Qingjun's caliber should not require it. I can only use his secret Iron Wire Fist martial arts potion for these ants, which is clearly of a higher grade and more expensive. It feels quite wasteful now, but oh well, if it is a waste, then so be it.
The ants were even more profoundly shocked
It strives to widen its pupils, yet can only see a corner of it
He began to let these astonished and terrified ants climb on it, continuously studying the enormous, twisted black line drawings
They gazed at the vast and indescribable pale entity with trembling eyes
However, large organisms have insatiable demands, and their consumption is so great that one of them could be equivalent to thousands or even tens of thousands of ants. How many can they sustain themselves?
"Then why have you come to see us?" asked the queen ant
... ... let them practice martial arts by flipping through books, not sure if it can save them
Only the astonished ants remained, gazing at the immense, indescribable, distant misty void, where the brilliance gradually faded away. Suddenly, it seemed as if the lofty clear sky had been drawn back like a curtain.
In the next moment, the ancient beings emitted sounds that they could not comprehend, yet these sounds conveyed information on a soulful level that they were able to understand
Boom
Great God, where are You? Have You come to prolong our lives?
Fu Qingjun spoke softly
Fu Qingjun, as the Sea King, seeks to cultivate a large group, pursuing quantity rather than quality
Its irregular shape is difficult to describe, with a surface composed of countless twisted, amorphous delicate white lines, and those lines gracefully twist into a milky white vortex that slowly stirs, as if leading to an unfathomable abyss... On its body are spiraling vast discs of knowledge, containing all the truths and mysteries of the world, waiting to be absorbed
They are as frenzied as devotees, gathering in groups to study vast tomes, learning in batches, collaborating in division of labor, each recording the knowledge areas of every sacred text.