Chapter 44: Chapter 38: Transformation
Fu Qingjun stared in shock at himself in the mirror; his hair had all fallen out again.
Then his scalp began to itch unbearably, as if something indescribable was breaking through the surface, giving him an intensely uncomfortable feeling.
"Again?"
Fu Qingjun suddenly realized something.
Sure enough, his hair began to regrow directly, starting as short fuzz. Then, strangely, as if it had taken a growth-promoter, the fuzz started to grow rapidly, gradually turning into a short crew cut, then into two or three centimeters, before gradually slowing down its growth...
"Could it be my hair?"
Fu Qingjun was startled and suddenly tried using a strand of hair to lift a pen.
Whoosh.
To his surprise, the pen was actually lifted shakily up...
"Dominating power of a single hair!" He was startled, earlier his hair could only barely lift a piece of paper, and now the hair’s strength was so terrifyingly strong?
He tried to lift the pen high with just this strand of hair, but his scalp felt like it was ripping apart.
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
The intense pain made his hair instantly release the pen, which dropped to the ground.
He vaguely sensed something and suddenly felt invigorated inside, "Hair has immense strength! A single hair can lift a pen! I have already transformed the Sun Holy Scripture into the embryonic form of my own Martial Dao technique."
"It’s also a Martial Dao technique for cultivating power, and even involves the souls of the deceased; perhaps it could be called... Long Hair Prison-Suppressing Force?"
Fu Qingjun muttered to himself.
A single hair being able to lift a pen was already a terrifying fundamental transformation.
A big bunch of hair could now lift very heavy objects!
The problem, however, wasn’t how heavy the object was, but rather the matter of his scalp’s load-bearing capacity.
The hair might have the strength to lift an iron sword, but his scalp would instantly be torn apart by the enormous weight...
"This is outrageous!"
Fu Qingjun found it incredibly absurd and murmured, "But how to train the fragile scalp? Should I soak my head in a metal pot and continuously grind it like the technique for Iron Sand Palm?"
This is too difficult!
There needs to be a way to improve this problem, because ultimately, he has to explore his own path.
Fu Qingjun watched his hair grow increasingly lush and quietly said, "Though, the second transformation of my hair... This should be related to absorbing nearly the entire might of the gods and demons of the Sun Dynasty."
After all, besides Jiaxia, he had absorbed the essence, energy, and spirit of the Grandmasters of the entire Demon Country, the strongest beings on earth!!
These are the strongest beings on earth!
In terms of spiritual realm rather than physical size, each is comparable to Jiang Yang, one of the strongest Grandmasters from ruins.
"Clearly entering the second realm, my hair is continually growing stronger."
"This means, I’m using my hair to spread seeds of life outward, then waiting for them to mature and develop, before harvesting them... This can strengthen my soul, effectively layering my own soul’s intensity!"
Fu Qingjun had barely begun to understand something.
This is a means of self-enhancement: develop civilization, then harvest.
He put down the white wine that had already drained his soul, "On the soul level, it’s emptied, but in physical terms, it can be drunk again, still offering unimaginable nourishment."
But he was not planning to drink it; his body was too fragile, having just begun Martial Dao training, weak and unable to handle supplements.
Fu Qingjun himself sorted out his thoughts, got all these numerous trivial matters sorted out, and began researching the other side.
He sent Jiaxia into the tunnel.
"There’s indeed radiation on the other side, but Jiaxia, who is already considered an extraordinary ultimate creature... shouldn’t be killed." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and re-opened the tunnel.
There was vague radiation emanating from there.
"I wonder how Jiaxia is doing with his territorial development?" Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "After all, he took a few biological species over when he left..."
This is his SSR card.
His strongest force.
Fu Qingjun wasn’t worried about Jiaxia running away.
Because after trying, he found these are his followers, whose life and death he could control as long as they weren’t far apart; he could sense their location and presence.
They might break free from his control, but it would require their souls to be strong enough to completely crush him... Although he couldn’t defeat them, his soul remained confident.
Whoosh.
Fu Qingjun skillfully probed with his hair, sensing the entrance over there.
But in a daze, Fu Qingjun suddenly sensed something, "Wait, something seems off, the tunnel I opened for Jiaxia didn’t seem to have nuclear radiation..."
Sent to the wrong place?
He thought carefully and then noticed the anomaly.
At the time of death and apocalypse, his thoughts weren’t on this, the tunnel opened then didn’t have any nuclear radiation aura.
That means he opened an unknown tunnel?
He was troubled, and indeed, upon sensing the side of the Earth tunnel, besides the nuclear radiation aura, there were no traces of Jiaxia being there.
He looked again at the entire wrecked ancient ship, the main sail inexplicably permanently broken and missing.
"The ship broke completely again?"
"Wait, what other function does the ship have that I accidentally activated?"
"Also, if sacrificing a permanent part of the ship would send Jiaxia somewhere, where would it be?"
Fu Qingjun was a bit dumbfounded.
Such a heaven-defying mysterious ancient ship, clearly from an unknown dimension’s mysterious existence, descended to Earth, now permanently losing a part... How terrifying.
This was his carefully cultivated strongest SSR card — God’s Jiaxia.
Ended up missing?
Where did she go with his reverence for the three ancient gods?
Fu Qingjun was utterly flustered, but there was no way, so he slowly fell asleep in the middle of the night.
....
The next morning.
The sky was gray, not fully bright yet.
"A little after five."
Fu Qingjun woke up from bed, a bit muddled, washed his face, and brushed his teeth.
After a night, those ants excellently completed the tasks, even the manufactured watch could hardly be called a watch, just slightly larger than a coin.
Fu Qingjun tried adjusting it, found it not very precise.
But it didn’t matter, it was just the first time making it, he’d get proficient later.
"Go out for a walk, sell the watch, really out of money." Fu Qingjun thought, realizing he didn’t even have money for today’s lunch, he planned directly to go out.
The watch was a luxury for the nobility in this era, definitely could sell for a high price.
He thought for a bit, put on his hat and coat, picked up the pot of sunflowers charred and dead by fire, and walked out of the room.
He gradually walked outside, arriving at a garden cemetery, various fresh flowers were placed in front of the tombs everywhere.
Morning fog was gray, dew was everywhere.
Early morning, quite a few people had already arrived, perhaps because it was an anniversary for tomb sweeping.
"Jiaxia, wherever you’ve gone, with your abilities, you won’t fall down." Fu Qingjun knelt down and dug a hole before a forest edge, buried the flower pot along with the sunflower in the earth.
"Erect a tombstone for you, here is your ancient coffin and dynasty, also considered the end of the spirit of the era."
Fu Qingjun hesitated not, buried the tombstone, and left.
Behind lay the withered sunflower in the cemetery, flowerpot, fresh flowers, seeds... Among the people who’ve been to the garden, who knew this flower once buried a great civilization, a grand epic ballad?
Just when he started walking outside again, suddenly beside him was a blonde and blue-eyed foreign woman, sitting on the bench with her child.
The child was reading a book.
"A Westerner?"
Fu Qingjun found it rather rare, as this was an autonomous region, foreigners needed to register to enter, given this industrial revolution era was independent from the historical knowledge he had.
This world, observing the corner of Martial Dao, and the autopilot car trio passing by, clearly possessed mysterious unknown powers... Couldn’t be judged by normal historical speculation.
He slowly walked past.
The child continued to read in the morning, in fluent foreign language, "In countless thousands of years ago, the legendary ancient deities, Anunnaki, arrived riding the ancient Nibiru, handed to those on the ground..."
Fu Qingjun, having studied English reading comprehension for many years in high school, naturally had full marks, could understand.
"Child." The blond woman smiled gently, sitting on the bench in the roadside park, pointed at the book in her hand and said, "Do you know the meanings of Anunnaki, Nibiru?"
The child said clearly, "Nibiru, in the ancient myths of the Sumerians thousands of years ago, means ’ferry’...."
"The meaning of Anunnaki, in Sumerian, Anunnaki refers to those descending from heaven, but it’s also recorded in Indian myth on this ancient land, in Indian language Anu is ants, Nachi is friends, Anunnaki means.... ant friends."
Fu Qingjun turned around, expression changed.