Chapter 43: Chapter 37: The Great Purge, Hair Loss Again
This could already be considered a small indoor fire.
"The remaining wood can be chopped up and used as firewood for cooking meals."
Fu Qingjun doused the flames on the table with a bucket of water, then cleaned up the water and wood debris on the floor with a broom and dustpan... Finally, he collected the ants that were roasted in the fire and placed them in baijiu.
Essentially, after his suggestion, the surviving ants choosing to be washed away by the current was almost impossible, for they had cultivated the Martial Dao of this world and couldn’t possibly be swept away by mere water.
Of course, if they were swept away and fell from the world atop the four pillars, they couldn’t blame him for being ruthless.
"The table is clean, it’s about time to organize the aftermath."
Fu Qingjun cleaned the floor as if he were doing a major cleanup. Looking at the charcoal-burned table, he was silent for a moment, "I need to replace it with a new table and rebuild a sandbox."
The new world might not necessarily be a table.
The new creatures might not necessarily be ants.
Everything can be re-explored to discover new species.
Meanwhile, outside, the small loudspeaker, Li Mo, was busy with her own mechanical pocket watch promises, for after all, in this unfamiliar industrial era world, one had to think about how to live.
Building a new sandbox and various developments require resources!
"The first batch of Demon Country civilization developed for four and a half days, exceeding my expectations!"
"However, the era of the Sun Pharaoh has ultimately ended."
"The bloodline of Jiaxia’s descendants is gradually thinning. It’s hard for new lives to fall asleep in the Sunflower Cemetery, Gua Seed Ancient Coffin... to the next future."
"Instead, it’s the era of Grandmasters who are one with their souls governing the world. They don’t need to sleep. As true life, their brains can accommodate souls, allowing them to live into future epochs."
The future protagonists will undoubtedly be them.
"Moreover, they have already improved their species themselves, they are no longer ants... Their descendants, although small in size, their brains may very well accommodate souls... Meaning, a single charge could last a lifetime!"
"Then, the Martial Arts Fourth Realm..."
"Clearly, my soul interfering with their bodies causes instability, making it easier for them to rise in realm... I can use the sandbox civilization to simulate the future realms, enhance this world’s Martial Dao, and see the extraordinary system path of the future!"
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and cleaned the room thoroughly.
For now, he left the table there, planning on getting a new one the next day.
However, with this sudden change, his clock and music box hadn’t been successfully made.
He checked the time; although it seemed like a long period of chaos, it was only a little past seven, the drastic change lasted just a little over an hour.
"There should still be time."
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, though the charcoal table was in shambles, it couldn’t be helped.
He took out a small bottle and poured out a humanoid upright ant with tufts of hair, which carefully stepped onto the edge of the broken, blackened table.
...
The earth was charred to cinders.
Ruins after the fire, Fu Qingjun had seen many on television, but experiencing it firsthand was a first, riddled with holes and filled with life suffused with sorrow.
Whimpering sounds.
The beings on the ground were rebuilding their homes.
Fu Qingjun walked slowly, feeling somewhat nostalgic.
The tribe in front, those hearty muscular men from back then earnestly listened below, and the older generation of strong ones had mostly faded away, leaving just the young generation.
"God..."
Suddenly their faces lit up with hope.
"They’re all dead." The youth from back then stepped forward, his face filled with sorrow.
"All things in the world follow a pattern," Fu Qingjun said softly, "Do not cling to what is before you, honor the deal you made with me."
"Naturally." The youth bowed, "We won’t break our promise."
Only he knew how pivotal bows, arrows, knives, and swords were in that war.
At an equal realm, they could easily cut through muscles and bones, they slaughtered many gods and demons, making that battle unfurl enormous power.
The might of machines gave them a clear understanding of their strength.
"What do we need to do?" The youth couldn’t help but ask.
Fu Qingjun looked around.
Over a thousand Ant-Man Race individuals.
Almost none of the Third Realm Grandmasters were left, but with generational body tempering, almost all were at the Second Realm, they were truly Martial Dao experts.
Thousands of Human Ant Race to forge a watch.
One night’s time, at seven times the speed, equivalent to seven nights, should suffice...
Initially, Fu Qingjun planned to simultaneously make a music box and a pocket watch, but clearly lost the strongest batch of blacksmiths, maybe time’s a bit tight, better to finish one first.
The pocket watch could be completely handmade.
In the old times, there weren’t many production lines, mostly semi-mechanized, which gave rise to the profession of clockmaker.
Even today, some luxury brand watches are handcrafted by artisans, costing tens or even hundreds of thousands, reaping an intelligence tax.
Boom!!
The next moment, a massive grindstone fell from the sky, like a giant meteor crashing to the ground!
Following that, countless sheets of iron and copper fell onto the ground, as raw materials for their crafting.
,
Fu Qingjun said indifferently, "You can dismantle this mechanical creation to make something as small and intricate as possible."
According to Fu Qingjun’s instructions, they climbed onto the giant circular platform, unscrewed the lid, and saw the incredibly intricate mechanical gears inside.
This is??
Unbelievable!!
All the ants were astounded by this vast mechanical wonder.
Each enormous precision gear disk slowly rotated, gleaming with a beautiful metallic luster, intertwining with a subtle ticking sound, like a metallic abyss churning the world, a careless fall would be ground to dust.
This is the creation of gods!
This is... the knowledge of the outside world!?
Looking at this incredibly precise machinery, their minds were about to explode.
Too beautiful!
So unimaginably beautiful!
Their gazes were full of shock, their minds blank.
This is the true power of machinery, the previous bows and crossbows were crude beyond belief!
For a primitive tribe’s civilization, seeing modern mechanical craftsmanship was bound to leave them awestruck, planes might not bombard them with such shock due to the enormous gap in knowledge, engines, petroleum they couldn’t comprehend... But the internal delicate mechanical dials of the pocket watch gave them the most terrifying shock!
Spring, gears, metal frames...
These were things they could easily make, assembled together, wind it up, and it autonomously moves, a most perfect mechanical artwork, with unimaginable beauty.
They began to study dismantling this football-field-sized grand dial, creating a ruckus!
"Oh my God!"
"This divine artifact, just twist the cylinder, and it will move by itself!"
"A miracle! God’s miracle!"
"We can make these, yet..."
"Infinite combinations, infinite possibilities!!"
They marveled at these creations, wholly engrossed in research.
"Looks like their sorrow has been displaced," Fu Qingjun smiled, leaving the things behind and left, knowing these survivors could rally again.
Leaving the table, Fu Qingjun began tidying up the clutter and looked at the bottle of ant liquor.
Battles of the gods.
The corpses of gods and demons soaked within, floating.
The liquor glittered like a treasure with an incredulous luster, in a way, it was the tomb of the gods.
"The essence of an entire era lies here."
Fu Qingjun, who had just cultivated the Martial Dao, with a keen soul could somewhat perceive the immense essence, will of Martial Dao, and powerful, pure extraordinary souls within this bottle of liquor...
These gradually dissipating souls melded together in the liquor, granting a majestic, grand feeling.
"This extraordinary soul infuses with the God of Death, Star God, Earth God... too numerous to count."
Fu Qingjun pondered for a moment before slowly inserting a hair into the liquor, sipping like a straw.
He pondered for a few moments, then slowly inserted a strand of hair into the liquor, and began sipping it like a straw.
His hair, coiled around his waist, started falling down in masses, causing the entire bunch to hang at his waist.