Fu Qingjun was silent for a mont.
At this mont, he viewed the room where he had lived for seventeen cycles of rebirth from a different, hazy perspective.
The desk, computer, ornants, bed, all of these things unexpectedly had a strange novelty to them.
He should have been incredibly familiar with everything here.
Perhaps it was also because it had beco an apocalyptic ruin, shrouded in mist, filled with a mysterious strangeness... Additionally, the room had been populated by countless densely-packed upright black-shelled humanoid creatures, or rather, it had beco a...
Prosperous Dynasty!
A multitude of slender humanoid armored beings clad in snow-white duck wings walked on his desk, with tallic long spears and steel swords planted before the palace, remarkably constructing a huge and exquisite Angel Palace, ruling over the beings on earth!
Ants are indeed one of the best nest builders.
On the ground, clusters of buildings stood magnificently, many buildings like Mage Towers, grand and majestic, housing Great Sages who studied machinery and dicine.
Countless beings walked around, and angels clad in exquisite tal armor, wielding large swords, were not few.
In the center of the room, there was a gigantic splendid square, in which stood a tall, imposing statue of an Empress, with a solemn and sacred deanor, holding a spear pointing to the sky.
"Wooo..."
"This is an unrivaled Empress, who traveled throughout her life, suppressing various undead disaster zones, exterminating undead beasts..."
Countless citizens knelt on the ground in mourning.
There were even angels dressed sowhat like priests, with compassionate faces, spreading faith, standing in front leading the populace in prayers, bidding farewell to Her Majesty.
One can see how high this battled Empress stood in the hearts of the people.
"Truly beautiful, a splendid Ant Kingdom, resembling a mythical world in Western fantasies."
The grandeur of this bustling royal city seed to have been imbued with a mysterious hue in his eyes, akin to the vast and magnificent epic feeling of a Western fantasy dynasty!
"Clear division of labor, sages in towers studying machinery and dicine, angel forces responsible for protection and maintaining order, and rcenary guilds in the civilian sectors accepting various commissions and trades..."
"This can be considered bringing back a complete societal division of labor system here."
Perhaps, this world now, having undergone generations of developnt, is beginning its formal voyage.
You must know, the history of human civilization is also the accumulation of generations of pioneers, the Stone Age, the Bronze Age... leading to later prosperity.
He looked down once more, observing the withered, old remains of Qin Hong lying silently on the computer desk, and thought, "Well done, although not stunning, it was already the limit of ability."
This was a fair assessnt.
Indeed, it was the limit she could achieve.
After all, she was just an ordinary person, with talents not considered astounding.
Far from having talents as earth-shattering as Jiaxia, unable to continuously develop new Techniques like the Sun Holy Scripture, pioneering an era.
She also realized she lacked the capability to develop racial Techniques like the Angel Holy Scripture, and instead of staying uselessly, she might as well directly withstand the current disaster, buying ti for true geniuses to rise.
At this mont, beside him, the Grand Angel Leader Liana, was staring in shock at the scene in front of her, as if seeing a divine being, "Are you... a god? Have you co to take Her Majesty to the realm of death?"
She saw the smile of release and happiness on Her Majesty’s face at the last mont, a brightness all due to the presence before her.
He also had one like Her Majesty’s...
A tuft on top of his head, pointing straight to the sky.
"God? Perhaps you may call it that, but most so-called gods in the world are rely powerful beings, deified by people, and hence beca myths and deities in later distant tis."
Fu Qingjun turned around and smiled.
He looked at this beautiful angelic woman with a faint resemblance to Qin Hong’s face, ant-sized, in black armor, with white wings... always feeling a strange indescribable sense,
After a week of civilization’s iterative updates, perfectly ford humanoid creatures finally erged, including genes from humans and ducks, improving their vision...
Fu Qingjun continued, looking at Liana: "Just as your king has been crowned with greatness, invincibility, various titles, and has been deified... perhaps in your eyes, she is the deity of your race."
Liana was stunned.
This definition of divinity vaguely shattered sothing in her heart.
Fu Qingjun said: "This journey will take your king back, for she is not a life of this world or this era... she shall return to the Eternal Sea of Suffering Ho."
Eternal Sea of Suffering Ho?
Liana was shaken in her heart, it should refer to Nibiru, as the king ntioned.
She recalled the divine expression just now on Her Majesty’s face and suddenly had an unimaginable longing, if upon death we could also go to Nibiru, return to the eternal holand of life, the mysterious land of the deity, how wonderful that would be?
Unfortunately, what virtue or capability does a re mortal like have to et Her Majesty in Nibiru upon death...
Fu Qingjun seed to see through her expression, with a gentle deanor, continued: "That is a place of return, also the origin of your lives, it’s hard to descriptively explain the scenes within, but should you perish, you may also return through the channel there, be laid to rest, entering an eternal slumber."
"We can as well?"
Liana’s eyes were filled with shock, her breathing beca heavy.
This is the privilege afforded only to the god... Her Majesty.
"The world is fair, the so-called gods, demons, and even mortals... as long as they possess wisdom and thought, no life is refused." Fu Qingjun smiled.
He waved his hand, and a pathway gradually appeared,
"Every other era, the path to the distant realm of death will open, there, ancient eternal tombs of gods and demons shall be, and you too can enter and rest eternally within!"
Fu Qingjun smiled and turned to walk away through the pathway.
Behind him ca the final sound:
"Yet strive to live eternally, rejecting aging, resisting death, escaping the sea of suffering, for this is the righteous path of the world."
Escape the sea of suffering?
Liana stood there dumbfounded, imrsed in the shock, slowly coming back to her senses.
She had never expected this unknown mysterious, mighty existence, to be so rciful and gentle, allowing them the sa privilege upon death as Her Majesty.
At the sa ti, he also did not wish for people to enter the sea of suffering for eternal rest, he hoped they would continue living...
She laughed freely, "The world of the divine Nibiru, mysterious ruins in the mist, evil terrifying beasts, the special chanical structures of this land... it’s truly fascinating, there’s no room for sorrow, can’t help but explore the truth!"
The gloom of Her Majesty’s death had unexpectedly dissipated entirely, leaving no ti for mourning.
She slowly walked out of the palace, looked at the sorrowful ministers and soldiers around her, then looked up, watching the sunlight spill from the sky, shining on her determined face, and said with a smile, "We have survived the darkest tis, dawn has arrived, through these drifting years, I will attempt to lead the entire Angel Dynasty towards a more distant eternity!"
"Ascend the throne."
She led the citizens, under the golden morning light of dawn, slowly along a long platinum carpet pieced together from food packaging, towards a grand white palace.
Rustle—
In the sky, nurous beautiful and pure White Feather Angels, wearing wreath crowns, holding wooden vials, flew alongside, sprinkling fine droplets with twigs, like a rain curtain in the mist, cleansing the sins,
Creaaaak.
The heavy, intricately carved wooden door slowly opened.
At the center of the Holy Hall stood a grand angelic statue, holding a spear, its gaze magnificent, overlooking the earth’s beings.
Click!
Entering the palace, Liana in white tal heavy armor, her massive white wings fully opened, knelt on one knee before the statue and loudly proclaid:
"Dawn is coming, I shall now begin to rule until death."
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