Earth.
The celestial civilization on Mars has already developed for over three hundred years, which is nearly a year in real time, and counting all the events from before, it has now been two years since Earth began anew.
Two years have been quite eventful.
A year and a half ago, the dark mist shrouding Earth was dispersed.
People were saved and rebuilt their homes on the ruins, living on this planet as great shamans.
The entire planet is rapidly developing, turning into a paradise.
Venturing into the stars, various "spaceships," entities that step into the void, have begun leaving Earth, initiating cosmic colonization.
The rapid development makes everything feel surreal to most people.
Ancient mythological civilizations have revived, and tiny "mortals" like ants have conquered the entire Earth.
The age of civilization explosion.
In their astonishment, mortals, like the alien disasters in those science fiction movies, have frantically bred, ventured into space, resembling locusts.
Fu Qingjun walks down the street.
Looking at the shops as usual, various bicycles, motorcycles, everything seems to have been rebuilt as if nothing has changed.
"Two years, as if I have no sense of reality, my perception of time is becoming increasingly indifferent." His expression subtly changes,
Beside him, Fu Qingjun noticed a few old acquaintances at a corner bubble tea shop at the university.
"Wow, it's like a sci-fi movie plot."
"Yeah, in the blink of an eye, just two years, we who were in senior high school back then, are now in university."
"Indeed, back then, we cheered and shouted with Senior Tang Meng, saving the entire world, witnessing the lament of the era... Now, Senior Tang Meng is completely beyond our reach."
"Well, if only we had learned the skills of love at that time and won over Senior Tang Meng." They speak aimlessly.
A few people whose appearance has scarcely changed, yet those once immature faces have now become extraordinarily mature, they sit in the bubble tea shop next door chatting casually.
They were Fu Qingjun's classmates back in the day.
Being from an elite class, coupled with revolutionary camaraderie, most of them applied to the same school after the disaster ended, and quite a few of the boys and girls even formed lasting relationships.
Despite Fu Qingjun being completely unaware of these clandestine relationships as class president, he gave his sincere blessings.
The TV broadcasts the news.
[Year 572 of the celestial civilization, current Human Ancestor Hongqi celebrates his 600th birthday, all races celebrate, the Celestial Court sends gifts...]
[There is hope for great shaman training, our Tang Meng Witch Emperor is connecting with mechanical species, seeking a technological route, establishing a nutrition and breeding room to create artificial deities within.]
Several students continue sipping their bubble tea,
"Two years of our great shaman's span is just like a blink of an eye, the cultivation speed is too slow... However, it's said that Senior Tang Meng, by connecting with mechanical species, wants to pursue technological civilization, using nutritional potions and nutrition pods to forcibly aid in breaking through realms, then first create a fourth realm and infect some people with divine blood."
This is a popular topic.
The slow cultivation pace of great shamans needs to be addressed.
The extraordinary side is purely physical cultivation.
The technological side is using technology to modify the body.
The essence of both is life's self-"evolution."
On the technological side, using various "gene potions" and "nutrition pods" forcibly modifies the body, allowing you not to train the body weight or stress the bones, nor push the limits of life through rigorous exercises, yet achieving significant transformation of muscles and bones.
Moreover, there's even a spiritual training room, continuously honing oneself in a virtual dream realm to ultimately realize "who I am."
In their imagined technological civilization, one could elevate their realm if wealthy enough.
Although such a strong person gained through this method has mere realm but is vulnerable, the technological side itself is not about savage close-combat fighting.
They perceive from the perspective of ordinary people, merely increasing "lifespan," "nerve reflexes," and "soul intensity" through technology, allowing the society's population to live for hundreds or thousands of years.
"Those above say no matter what, first cross over and then talk, first take the technological side, bring out a batch with mere fourth realm, then extensively infect with divine blood, letting us step into that domain day by day."
"Yes, or we'd completely fall behind, when will the great shaman rise, at the end of time?"
"The great shaman is definitely paving the way, working as laborers for the Celestial Court, even the Dragon King looks down on us now."
"Yes, recently heard even a few-year-old child skinned Fu Bapi by the seaside, I suspect it's Nezha reincarnated."
"Going down the technological side, it's said our great shaman will deeply cooperate with mechanical species, once our great shaman reaches the fourth realm, actions and nerve responses reach sound speed, only then can we study and build mecha, spaceships, as pilots... Otherwise, ordinary people operating inside mecha in sound speed environments would bleed from seven apertures instantly."
"Do you think, in another two years, will mecha masters appear?"
"Level four mecha matches level four Nascent Soul, level five mecha matches Divinity Transformation?"
"Thinking about it is thrilling, when the apocalypse appeared, was it not a catastrophe yet also an opportunity? We all have the possibility of immortality, how many thousand years earlier has the civilization level advanced?"
"It's just like a movie or novel."
...
They keep chatting.
Suddenly, someone said, "Do you remember the class president? Heard his parents are living in a nearby building."
"The pain of losing a child." Another student fell silent for a moment, "But it's something unavoidable at that time, there were too many deaths, we survived only because the Maya civilization discovered us quickly then...."
The voices gradually faded.
"One original flavor bubble tea."
"Okay."
Holding the bubble tea, Fu Qingjun left the bubble tea shop, not greeting his old friends.
When he became Gang Leader Fu at Miao Chun Hall, standing on a small stool, secretly exchanging with Li Mo outside the door, the Fu Qingjun of the past had already died.
He saved them, but is it necessary to say it to them?
He is no longer a person in the same world.
"Hey, you guys see that person, looks somewhat like the class president."
"No way, Fu Bapi's silhouette, how could I forget it?"
The voices gradually recede.
Fu Qingjun's figure lightly soared over a residential building, entering the community, gazing from a window in a tall building at a pair of parents, holding a baby in the living room, smiling, extremely joyous.
Fu Qingjun's expression remains calm.
Actually, after the apocalypse, Fu Qingjun found his parents' location through certain means, merely protecting them secretly without any action.
Also checked their aptitudes, very ordinary, simply letting them continue living as truly ordinary people, despite having the ability to bring opportunities, but is it useful?
Heroes at the frontlines of civilization are most aware of their risks.
Allowing them to follow Earth's development, benefit from technological civilization's extended life, etc., is enough, ordinary people's happiness is protected by heroes, perhaps contentment in mediocrity is one of the good ways of life.
As two years passed, while they rid themselves of the shadow after his death in the misty apocalypse, entering a new life, now they have a younger brother.
"Later, return to Miao Chun Hall and have some noodles."
Fu Qingjun holding the bubble tea suddenly raised his head, seemingly sensing something, returning to business, quietly observing the vast blue universe sky, "Hmm? Just about, that guy is about to fully explode, starting to eat people?"
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