Chapter 45: Chapter 39: Myths from Hundreds of Thousands of Years Ago
Fu Qingjun naturally had heard of the name "Anunnaki."
Not here, but back on Earth.
This name has footprints in many ancient civilizations.
The most famous among them is the deity in Sumerian mythology.
Sumer is the oldest known dynasty in human history, followed by the widely spread Ancient Babylon among the four ancient civilizations, which was established on the ruins of the Sumer Dynasty in the Tigris-Euphrates River Valley.
If he heard this famous foreign myth and legend on Earth, Fu Qingjun wouldn’t care at all, just...
Having experienced Jiaxia’s affairs, he inexplicably felt a strange sense of déjà vu.
"This lady, Anunnaki, seems very interesting." Fu Qingjun turned around and asked in rustic English.
"Oh? You can actually speak the language of our Hawks Kingdom?" The blonde lady, who was seated on a chair teaching children, was stunned for a few seconds.
After all, this is a district of the opposite party, and those who can communicate are quite few.
Although they’re a temporary allied nation, resisting the most powerful Austria Kingdom, which has already entered the era of industrial mechanical guns and cannons, researching their firearms, and resisting their invasion and unification.
Just like Yin Ruins, before the invasion, this land retained the monarchy system with knight leaders, dukes, and royal titles, with various knights and heavy armor soldiers, but the invading firearms thoroughly destroyed them.
After all, even the stronger Yin Ruins suffered heavy damage, went through much learning, and only now are counterattacking.
But she never thought it would be possible to communicate effectively here.
"I do know some of your language," Fu Qingjun said.
This parallel world has some major changes in the names, distribution, and languages of countries, but not much difference; his English is indeed a strong skill.
Moreover, he’s really somewhat proficient in eight languages...
His head is not bald for nothing.
The blonde lady unexpectedly showed relative friendliness and smiled, "Are you interested in the Indian myth from this mystical ancient land?"
"Yes, every piece of long-standing ancient land has witnessed unimaginable human history and songs of praise," Fu Qingjun nodded, smiling, "Ant friends?"
"Yes, it’s Anunnaki!!"
The blonde woman returned the smile with excitement; she was a rather intellectually mature and elegant noblewoman, introducing herself: "Naxika, history professor at Boxer University, interested in supernatural events, psychic abilities, and human potential."
"Fu Qingjun, a martial artist roaming this land, leading a bunch of brothers, wanting to make a grand career, studying the new era of steam mechanical structure." He took off his hat brim, revealing a youthful face, yet he appeared tall and robust, nearly 1.9 meters tall.
"You seem very youthful, though you don’t appear to have been through the vicissitudes yet speak relatively fluent English."
Naxika was suddenly very happy, enthusiastically said, "Ant friends, this is from the Hopi Race records in the Indian myths of this land underfoot! Ant is Anu, friend is naki...Anunaki is the friend of ants."
"I see, you are very knowledgeable."
Fu Qingjun hesitantly said, "Anunnaki, what kind of deity is this?"
"That is not a single god; it’s an ancient pantheon led by a certain being from the external world of Nibiru... The records are vague, but many ancient civilization relics around the world have records, the most famous being from the Sumer civilization."
Naxika smiled, pulled her child into her arms, and said aloud:
"Of course, the records in Sumer are not specific, and this civilization is also famous for another thing, which is the Sumerian King List! This is an excavated ancient inscription, for some unknown reason, that civilization liked to record things on stone tablets."
"Because, in that era, apart from stone tablets, there was no other way to record," Fu Qingjun thought for a bit, looking towards the clear, azure sky, seemingly contemplating some possibility.
"The Sumerian King List has been found excavated in 26 places, all stone tablets with the same records, but the descriptions of the successive monarchs within are quite fantastical."
"Oh?" Fu Qingjun asked curiously.
"You know, do you know how long the first Sumerian king recorded was in power? It’s said to be a person who descended from the sky, Alulim, who ruled for 28,800 years, governing the primitive earthlings."
She excitedly opened her mouth wide, saying exaggeratedly, "The second was Alalgar, ruling the earth for 36,000 years; each one ruled for tens of thousands of years..."
"It’s unimaginable! What kind of mysterious place is Nibiru! The lives that walked from above, descended to earth, all could live for tens of thousands of years!" She said with an excited face.
"That’s mythology, very normal, with divine rulers governing the earth," Fu Qingjun said with a smile, his gaze looking towards the far-off sunflower pot in the distance.
Regardless if it’s coincidental or not, he suddenly felt the world was indeed quite wondrous.
"Yes, but the above recorded eight kings from heaven, who appeared on this planet tens of thousands of years ago, have ruled for a total of 240,000 years!!" She said.
Fu Qingjun hesitated a bit.
If it really is Jiaxia, who returned to the distant past, in his lifetime he’d probably not only break through the fourth realm... Physical breakthrough might indeed have been some ultimate organism breaking through cellular longevity, living for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Viewing the history of human appearance, excavated human bones show we have a history of millions of years."
She smiled and said, "I think humans may not only have thousands of years of history; there might be even more distant human civilizations that fell... It’s just that we humans with thousands of years of history now attribute them to ancient mythology."
"It’s possible." Fu Qingjun said indifferently.
"Then, the king list records that a terrifying great flood was ushered in, and the monarch’s lifespans began to shorten." Naxika said excitedly.
Fu Qingjun pondered.
Regardless if it’s accidental or Jiaxia...
This great flood should not be my bucket of water.
After all, myths around the world all uncoincidentally have records of great floods, the Bible, Sumerian myths, even Huaxia’s Nuwa mending the sky, and Dayu controlling the water.
Perhaps in ancient times, there really was such a natural disaster.
If it was indeed Jiaxia, then he lived a very exciting life on the ancient earth, and even encountered unimaginable opponents.
"The kings after the flood, the first generation fell to 1200 years, then gradually dropped to several hundred years, but the most terrifying are the last few kings recorded on the tablets, they are ancients from thousands of years ago, and when we started to research, we found they truly existed!"
"For example, Gilgamesh on the Sumerian king list, reigned for 126 years, this person really existed!"
Naxika, increasingly excited, with a look of thirst for exploring the truth said, "According to the examination of ancient ruins by me and several scholars, he indeed roughly reigned around this time, from 2600 BC to 2700 BC... but this lifespan doesn’t match that of humans."
"However, according to the important tablet document ’Epic of Gilgamesh’, Gilgamesh had two-thirds divine lineage and one-third human lineage, he possessed great wisdom and strength of a god, but not a god’s lifespan!"
Fu Qingjun nodded.
The records on the Sumerian king list are indeed very special.
The few end kings that can be verified truly existed in history and indeed in this order.
"According to the records, perhaps after the great flood, the divine bloodline gradually thinned out," Naxika said, "In the end, they were almost human."
Fu Qingjun remained silent.
Prehistoric ancient mythologies?
Anunnaki is just one of many ancient deity systems passed down from the past.
"But in the end, historical myths are just myths, who knows?" Naxika said, "I don’t know about the divine blood inheritance, but martial arts lineage can indeed be inherited, you come from a Martial Dao family, you should be most aware of this."
"Some traditional martial arts, after being practiced generation after generation, result in abnormal bone structures, and when others practice your family’s martial arts, it could cause hidden injuries in their bodies."
Fu Qingjun understood this.
For example, in the genealogy of Iron Wire Fist, it is written that non-Fu Family Village members cannot practice it.
"This is already a form of inheritance; if martial arts were a bit stronger, it might really pass down a divine bloodline, meaning a powerful physical structure. For instance, a tyrannosaur’s descendants would definitely be tyrannosaurs, not insects." Her eyes gleamed with a manic light, "After all, according to research, the essence of martial arts is to promote life evolution, evolving into a special super life form is only natural."
"Yes, but unfortunately, a fourth realm above martial arts has not appeared," Fu Qingjun said.
"This is understandable! After all, human history includes Martial Dao, because Martial Dao initially was a technique for hunting and physical training... But human effective history is only four thousand years, developing three realms is normal," Naxika, a radical thinker, said, "I believe the fourth realm definitely exists... However, martial arts may not see the emergence of a fourth realm."
"Because of the industrial age." Fu Qingjun looked towards the sky and said, "After World War II, the ancient art of cold weapons fighting, developed over thousands of years, will eventually decline, forever halting here."
"Yes indeed."
Naxika stood up, ready to leave, "You are very farsighted, very happy to converse with you, here’s my business card."
In the distance, two tall black-suited bodyguards slowly approached.
Fu Qingjun took the card, smiled and said, "I don’t have such a thing, but ask around for my name here, and you can find me... Also, what do you think of this craftsmanship?"
Fu Qingjun took out a pocket watch, which could hardly be called a pocket watch anymore, it was a tiny lady’s watch, only slightly larger than a one-yuan coin, extremely exquisite.
Naxika was startled, "This is? How is such craftsmanship possible?"
Most of the world uses pocket watches, which are mostly the size of a small palm, generally placed in pockets, and are too heavy to hang on the neck. A finer version is the wristwatch, tripling the price to a steep amount of over ten ounces of silver, and even then, wristwatches were very heavy, only suitable for robust martial artists to wear.
Such exquisite craftsmanship, she had never seen before!
This simply could not have been made by human hands, only a refined mechanical factory could achieve such precision!
"This is manufactured by us."
Fu Qingjun said, "It’s not handcrafted, the assembly line production is relatively mature, if you need it, you can contact me, in the future there will be more, but production won’t be high."
"Can the one on your hand be sold to me?" She liked it very much, "I’m willing to offer fifty pounds of silver!"
"Sure." Fu Qingjun was slightly stunned, silver and pounds of silver have the same purchasing power, this was equivalent to fifty ounces of silver, which is already very expensive.
Wristwatches were not difficult to sell.
Indeed, as Fu Qingjun thought.
The wealth gap in this era was appallingly large, as long as it was a traditional noble like Jiang Yang, a ruling family of citizens, they would definitely love such a refined mechanical watch extremely much.
"Thank you very much, if you need sales channels, I can help, but I think it’s unnecessary... those ladies will go crazy." Naxika smiled, and after the two bodyguards beside took out the money, she led the child away under their escort.
Suddenly, Naxika seemed to remember something, turning around and said, "According to some unreliable historical materials, the Anunnaki ruled the earth, always longing to return to Nibiru in their lifetime."
"Is that so?"
Fu Qingjun watched Naxika’s departure, slowly lifted his head to gaze at the firmament, and could not help but recall Jiaxia’s last vague silhouette, the once sobbing timid young boy.
Fu Qingjun was silent for a few seconds, ultimately leaving the cemetery, departing from the floral tombstone.
Along the way back, dew mixed with the morning mist, his expression somewhat dazed, as if hearing that mythological figure sleeping in an ancient coffin, clasping hands in front of the chest, speak:
"Off to the next future."
Whether that mythology hero obsessed with the concept of gods was also sleeping in the primordial golden pyramids like every previous era, through countless epochs, changes of the earth, dynastic turnovers, under the profound isolation seeping into the bones, still leading the earthly civilization epic.