Fu Qingjun smiled, once again enveloped in endless golden light, his hair skillfully coiling into a bulb once more, his vast, ethereal figure seeming to span endless time and dimensions.
A voice came from the sky,
"There was no fault, so what need is there for forgiveness?"
"I, am I not you yourself?"
Then there was no more sound, the divine had already departed.
Jiaxia stared blankly at the sky.
He was completely stunned.
He felt numb, his mind blank for a long time. After carefully pondering the meaning, he suddenly laughed, burst into laughter, "So that’s it! So that’s it!"
He looked at the huge statue of a lion-bodied ant-faced figure.
That was indeed his own face...
The god, is indeed myself!
This is the god in his heart, the God of Wisdom!
He laughed maniacally, uninhibited,
"Unlike the other two gods, ’Amiro’ and ’Hermes’, the God of Wisdom is the most special, without a name or form, He is everywhere!"
"Wisdom is formless and shapeless, existing in the hearts of all living beings, to awaken wisdom is to be a true being."
He seemed to shatter some reverence, breaking the mask of fear that had been in his heart, suddenly feeling invigorated, relaxed, as if something had transformed from cocoon to butterfly, breaking through the greatest mental shackles of his life.
"The soul possesses wisdom, thus man is god; a soul without wisdom, asks foolishly of gods!"
His body, hardened by training, seemed to be shattered, the next moment he had a profound insight,
"From this point, I break the third realm! Spirit, energy, and essence unite, stepping into the highest martial arts realm, soul and body as one Grandmaster."
On this day, atop the Sunflower Throne, an immense atmosphere swept through the world, truly like a great furnace of the sun, burning everything.
He had already reached that pinnacle of martial arts, entered the realm sparsely recorded above, the ultimate peak of the ancient martial arts world of blade and sword.
"To the next future."
He sleeps within the Sun Coffin, his eyes full of domineering spirit, closing his eyes.
The eleventh century.
Jiaxia has completely gained confidence, as if he has truly transformed into the God of Mankind, his soul completely merged into his body, becoming a true life form, no longer worried about the dissipating of his soul, while his body remains.
None of the citizens know to what heights his realm has reached.
"Father, such terrifying and majestic vitality, perhaps he has reached the highest peak sparsely described in the ancient classic stance training."
"That classic is fundamental, it does not record the path beyond, father is indeed the reincarnation of a god, from the start he knew the methods of martial arts cultivation afterwards, continuously breaking limits!"
"Calculating with such majestic momentum, perhaps living another hundred lives would be easy."
"Father is truly the reincarnation body of a god walking the earth, simply frightening."
In the Sun Ancient Coffin, the Pharaohs walking out felt astonished.
Fu Qingjun was studying medicinal wine, also surprised, "What an incredible Jiaxia, it’s simply absurd! This realm, looking at that Iron Wire Fist posture, the martial arts realm, this is already Spirit, Energy, and Essence united as one Grandmaster of Martial Arts!"
According to Fu Qingjun’s speculation:
The Haikou Little Xu Xian, who was once shot to pieces and dissected, is just such a great figure in this realm.
In ancient times, fiercely powerful.
Jiaxia began to strive diligently, requiring every new life arriving in this world to undergo the three trials of the gods, cleansing their original sin to obtain life.
He also discovered that though their pharaoh lineage can live in the sun and sleep, their ability to reproduce is low, so he let normal ants procreate with the Ant Queen.
From this, the population began to increase dramatically, completely entering a high-explosion era.
"To the next future." Jiaxia closed the ancient coffin, entered the sun to sleep, his eyes full of overwhelming spirit, with no hesitation.
Population explosion, the entire table shockingly already piled with seventy or eighty thousand ants.
Jiaxia completely ignores royal power, he has already abandoned worldly power, longing to break through to an unprecedented martial arts realm.
Martial arts peak, and is there a path beyond? He fully understood the meaning of the three steps of true wisdom, wanting to chase the second step: knowledge! Wanting to gain endless knowledge, becoming all-knowing.
But to prevent a centralized power, he secretly divided his subordinate pharaoh descendants, allowing them to each master a lineage, continuously sleeping in the Sun Ancient Coffin to move to the next future, ruling a land of mortals.
"To the next century." The other pharaohs said coldly.
The thirteenth century.
Due to the absence of Jiaxia’s control, the pharaohs, who govern life and death, and rule each era, grew increasingly swollen.
Seeking entertainment in isolation, they forgot their original intention to protect the citizens, began establishing an arena, categorizing humans according to the "three trials" of gods, marking them with class imprints based on their original sin.
Because bodies are fixed, many citizens are born with a fixed social class, slave, commoner, noble.
Even, they began secretly bestowing gods’ names upon themselves like Jiaxia, attempting to become gods!
The fourteenth century.
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They loved the beautiful Ant Queen immensely, after her death even stored her in the Pharaoh Ancient Coffin, sealed in the sun, serving as her tombstone, enjoying the highest treatment meant only for "gods".