Fu Qingjun’s expression was calm.

He stood on the mountain villa secretly arranged by the Miao Chun Hall, looking at the entire garden sandbox civilization.

“The soil that creates all things is actually flatworms, transformed into a fungal organism in an RNA sequence, like meat paste similar to a Taishui’s flesh.”

Fu Qingjun knew in his heart that this was indeed quite skillful.

For humans and most animals, DNA is a double helix structure, making the life form very stable.

While RNA is a single strand, making the structure unstable and prone to various mutations.

Many viruses in nature are single-stranded.

Their genetic sequences often imbed into other organisms’ gene fragments, causing mutations, mixtures, hybrids, and new variants.

“What does this equate to?”

“Providing half of your genes, merging with other biological genes, like sculpting humans from clay, naturally has infinite possibilities.” Fu Qingjun sat in the chair, watching the biological evolution below.

The soil species is equivalent to an embryo, with endless potential!

It seems this civilization also has the potential to save Earth.

Fu Qingjun narrowed his eyes,

Developing a Xianxia civilization is currently the most important.

If possible, let this civilization deduce, iteratively advance, and produce some Great Emperors and heroes, exploring the possibilities beyond the fourth realm, providing support for the frontline war.

“Hmm, the prospects look quite promising.” Fu Qingjun thought for a moment, placed this chunk of soil on the table, and then controlled this descendant of Nuwa to return to the room and sleep.

After all, it is the descendant of secluded gods.

Far from the martial world, hidden deep in the mountains and forests.

“As it develops here, the extent of mutation in the coming days, the soil organisms, will not be inferior to the era of the Ant Queen… But it needs time to nurture, still shifting attention back to my Miao Chun Hall.”

His expression became calm, distinguishing priorities.

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…

Crack!

Hearing the door suddenly close.

At this moment, Tang Meng’s heart shook.

What had she experienced?

She had personally witnessed Nuwa creating humans, the creation of an Eastern mythological civilization.

She looked around at the ancient-style building, very much in the ancient Miaojiang style, and felt that her life was indeed bizarre and fantastic.

A Miaojiang wizard creating humanity…

Through the window, she looked to the sky, the primordial forest covering, the vast and azure sky without pollution, without smog, and indeed, without that mysterious apocalyptic mist.

“Our planet has ushered in an apocalypse, and here…”

“A fresh, vast world.” She immediately realized that this planet might not be smaller than Earth, or it could even be Earth at a certain period.

Because while the vegetation and flora looked somewhat different, the essential life forms were quite similar.

“An incredibly mysterious Divine Demon Night Banquet.” She murmured a sentence, “If it were before the apocalypse, humans would definitely think about colonizing and invading if they discovered another Earth, wouldn’t they?”

She was very aware of human greed, silently thinking, “Even the Earths of past and future cannot stop them from wanting to migrate.”

“And now, for us humans, the apocalyptic disaster no longer suits habitation… If we could escape to a timeline of Earth… here would be a good place.”

She contemplated a lot, silently communicating her human body back on Earth, currently a giant of the Mayan civilization, the golden Behemoth.

At this moment, she was at the highest academy in the divine realm, watching those little angelic students walk around outside, having already helped clean up the Slime on the sheets.

Even Tang Meng felt the era becoming troublesome, reproducing too quickly, needing cleaning every two or three days.

But soon, she knew she was related to humanity’s future, quickly posting on the internet:

“What should the apocalyptic humans among us do in the shelter? A grand assessment upon returning from the Divine Demon Night Banquet! In this reincarnation, I actually saw Nuwa creating humans.”

Instantly, this post was elevated to the top.

Tang Meng was actually already called “Earth’s savior” by people.

Many believed she was involved in the mission to save humanity’s future… even the government intended to promote her as a spiritual belief, as people indeed needed a spiritual pillar, while also hoping Tang Meng understood the burden she carried.

But for Tang Meng in the apocalyptic world, she also felt surreal, was I the savior designated by all Huaxia?

Before, on the day I got drunk before the Qixi apocalypse, I wouldn’t even dare dream of such a thing, would I?

However, her mentality was quite calm.

The golden Behemoth, sitting in a room in the divine realm, typed:

“Previously, I explained that I might be reincarnated into some space-time, and while many find the idea of time travel unbelievable, the moment I opened my eyes, I knew everything was true. That deity possessed unimaginable power and allowed me to traverse time.”

“Here, I want to say: Praise the Nameless God of the void.”

“Meanwhile, I am grateful to my master and the sect—a mysterious, ancient faction that has traversed countless civilizations, possibly giving me the chance to save Earth.”

“First, let me introduce what I’ve experienced. Upon arrival, I found myself on a lump of clay, as a woman dressed like a Miaojiang wizard conducted a ritual.”

“She claimed to be from the Nanzhao Kingdom in Miaojiang, a descendant of Nuwa, preparing to recreate humans in an era where the martial world had declined…”

Everyone listened, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

Reincarnating directly on a lump of clay, as a descendant of Nuwa attempts to recreate humans and civilization?

This was beyond extraordinary.

Many were puzzled.

According to what was said, the world already had humans, and they were thriving, so why recreate humans with clay?

Tang Meng sighed and revealed a terrifying truth, “Who says we’re human?”

Everyone was too stunned to react.

This was calling us non-human?

If we’re not human, then who is?

Tang Meng said, “Indeed, we are not humans; we are Great Wizards…the mythic immortal race capable of moving mountains and filling seas, with extended lifespans…In this world, there are no short-lived, tiny-statured humans—only wizards.”

Everyone was shocked.

Many people began to discuss:

“We are Great Wizards? Capable of moving mountains and filling seas, does that mean every farmer with a hoe is a giant achieving such feats?”

Some found it funny that such a statement arose.

But someone immediately said, “It’s very possible! In ancient mythology, Yu Gong moved mountains, and the Celestial Emperor, moved by his will, dispatched the sons of the Kuwa Clan to relocate the Wangwu and Taihang mountains.”

“What the…?”

“What the…?”

“Originally…we are all ancient giants, Titans, golden Behemoths!”

Many people trembled.

When a world is solely the domain of giants, the giants themselves only perceive themselves as ordinary people.

When a world lacks comparison in lifespans, those beings might feel their existence is fleeting.

Turns out, we are all mythic immortal races!!!

Tang Meng’s words undoubtedly upended the entire human mythological history, “Everyone understands now, right? In Earth’s ancient history and ancient mythology, we are the mythic race, not mere mortals who perish from a pinch; hence, she intends to use clay to recreate humans and establish a true human lineage.”

Many held their breath, never having considered such a possibility.

Tang Meng continued: “Still don’t believe? Let me share another ‘coincidence,’ in ancient records, Nuwa, Gonggong, Fu Xi, etc., were all colossal Great Wizards, with massive body sizes and long lifespans. Has anyone figured out how ancient human beings broke through the Fourth Realm?”

The crowd hesitated.

According to insights shared by neighboring mechanical species:

At least ten thousand Grandmasters would need to resonate with each other to help temper the breakthrough…

Given humans’ stature, lifespan, and slow cultivation cycles, even with the entire Earth practicing Martial Dao, gathering so many human Grandmasters in a short time seems difficult.

She reminisces with the sword: “Hehehe, I’ve long known we weren’t human! I’ve had suspicions in my heart and now confirmed we’re not human, but you’re saying…we are gods, so mortals should worship?”

“Yes.”

Tang Meng immediately said, “We are Great Wizards, we are the mythic race…so giants of that era inherently knew—I am a god!”

Everyone broke out in goosebumps.

Tang Meng spoke coldly: “As gods, they ruled over humans of that time, becoming the ancient Saints with great merits, Nuwa creating humans, patching the sky, and her merits needless to say…Fu Xi’s merit, Shennong’s taste-testing hundreds of herbs, Cangjie’s invention of characters…”

“Many have discovered that the Fourth Realm is…merit becoming a Saint! This is the truth of ancient Huaxia deities.”

Everyone broke out in goosebumps.

Perfectly aligned.

None of these events might have been coincidental.

Someone exclaimed, “No wonder we’ve entered the End of Dharma Era, because…the human race has become extinct.”

Someone immediately spoke, “When a world lacks humans, there are no gods; gods become mortals…over time, we’ve considered ourselves human!”

Now, upon reflection, interpreting mythology in another way, they’ve truly understood how ancient humans achieved the Fourth Realm breakthrough, creating the Huaxia enquirer civilization, springing forth, living and dying in a day!

“According to this speculation, there must have been an enquirer civilization in ancient Huaxia.” Someone immediately said.

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