Seeing the ants fighting against the sky and fate, Zi Chen's heart was touched.
Even if one ant survives today, there will be another batch of ants tomorrow and the glory will be restored.
Such scenes are very similar to human beings who face disasters time and time again.
With compassion in his heart, Zi Chen shot out a burst of energy. This was the original power, capable of reviving the dead and the bones.
This energy spilled out, covering a large area of white eggs and a few ants.
A scene that surprised Zi Chen then appeared. Among the ants, except for one who recovered from his injuries, the others lost their vitality visible to the naked eye and died instantly.
Such a scene not only appeared on the ants, but also on the white eggs. More than 80% of them had lost their vitality and became shriveled up.
"How could this happen? What exactly is the light rain? Why does it contain such powerful lethality?"
Zi Chen looked very surprised. If he hadn't taken action, all the surviving ants in this nest would have died.
The only surviving ant recovered from its injuries immediately and doubled in size. This was considered a mutation. It should be able to break the shackles and break into the ground, but that was all.
The remaining white eggs, due to the injection of the original power, became more and more vigorous, and then hatched out one by one. They were all very big, and the queen among them was even bigger than the adult ant.
The birth of this nest of ants represents a new life and the rise of a race.
Zi Chen stared blankly at the nest of ants. Time seemed to pass. The newly born ants were quickly dividing their labors. Some went out to look for food, while others began to dig holes.
Just like human beings rebuilding after a catastrophe, everyone cooperates with each other and everything is in order.
Just when Zi Chen's attention was focused on this nest of ants, Zi Chen didn't know that there was a spiritual thought that was constantly looking at him.
"Interesting little guy."
The owner of Lingnian is an old farmer. He has cultivated a field among the mountains and forests, and planted some green vegetables in the field. He weeds and loosens the ground every day.
In his spare time, he would open up new fields, but more often than not, he would look at Zi Chen.
At the same time, he was also looking at the nest of ants.
Compared to Zi Chen's concentration, there was a lot of emotion in the old farmer's eyes.
New lives are constantly being born, the number of ants is increasing, and more ants are going out to find food. At the same time, the spiritual thoughts released by Zi Chen have detected that there are many more caves on the earth, almost like a maze.
Zi Chen still insists on refining the false gods every day. The alchemy cauldron blocks all sounds from entering the outside world, but as the owner of the alchemy cauldron, Zi Chen can still hear the angry curses.
While scolding, they chose to cooperate with Zi Chen in order to survive, and some expressed that they wanted to recognize Zi Chen as their master, but Zi Chen was indifferent to this.
The underground almost turned into an underground palace. The number of ants was increasing and everything was in order. Zi Chen chose to leave.
Zi Chen traveled tens of thousands of miles, detecting any anomalies and looking for traces of other alien races.
A few days later, Zi Chen returned and found nothing.
When he came to the ant nest that was beginning to take shape, Zi Chen saw that the ground was in a mess and the underground palace was completely revealed. It was as if the place had suffered another catastrophe.
The entire underground palace was completely destroyed, but the bodies of the ants were not found.
Zi Chen detected his spiritual thoughts and found signs of life more than ten miles away.
He saw the ants again. Except for the queen, there were less than a hundred ants left, but the ant eggs were densely packed.
The ants resettle and start a new life. During this period, some ants will be responsible for exploring the surrounding dangers.
Next, these ants will move almost every ten days.
This is the perception of danger.
Zi Chen still goes out all day, but comes back to visit from time to time.
It seems that because of that origin, these ants began to evolve. The next ants almost all had the strength of the peak human realm. As they continued to develop, the first earth realm ants also appeared.
During this period, the ants faced several crises, but each time they escaped the danger, they would rise again.
In the eyes of some powerful creatures, these ants are the most realistic portrayal of human beings in the past.
"Interesting little guy."
The old farmer no longer knows how many times he has sighed this. Zi Chen looks at ants every day and checks for Zi Chen's movements every day. It seems to have become the old farmer's habit.
Originally there was a small wooden house at the end of the field, but one day later, there was an extra small wooden house, and the wooden house was also filled with other things.
"It's rare to see something pleasing to the eye, it's a little bit technical."
The old man smiled, and a new light bloomed in his eyes.
Zi Chen still didn't ask the big man what he was and why he was in danger.
The ants that were in danger back then have now become a huge empire, and the underground has almost become their world.
They finally grew to scale.
Their natural enemy, the anteater, came again, but this time the ants no longer resisted in vain, but swarmed up like a black torrent, followed by the anteater's scream. Within a moment, the anteater was in the black Under the torrent, it turned into a pile of bones.
This is considered a graffiti work, which created this army of ants, and then Zi Chen decided to leave.
This time, Zi Chen didn't walk long before he discovered two small wooden houses. Outside the wooden houses, an old farmer was hoeing the fields.
"When did there be such a person here?"
Zi Chen seemed very surprised by the old farmer's appearance. He had been staying here for a long time, but he had never seen an old farmer, let alone such a field. It had obviously taken a long time to renovate the fields to look like this.
Being able to stay alone in this deep mountain, this is certainly not an ordinary old farmer. Zi Chen stood in the distance, looking at the old farmer bending down to hoe the ground, hesitating whether to step forward and say hello.
Obviously, this is an old man, and this should be his retreat.
As for the realm, after Zi Chen's spiritual thoughts swept through it, he found that he could not detect it.
"Meeting is fate. Since you are here, come down and sit."
An old voice sounded, and the old farmer spoke, but did not look at Zi Chen.
"Then excuse me." Zi Chen cupped his hands and fell downwards.
"Be careful, don't step on it."
Zi Chen stood outside the vegetable field, standing quietly.
The old farmer was still hoeing the ground and did not look at Zi Chen. After a while, the old farmer said: "There are some rapeseeds on your right hand side. Bring them to me."
Zi Chen turned his head and saw a small bag of rapeseed. It was just an ordinary kind, without even the slightest aura.
Zi Chen picked it up as he was told and walked forward cautiously.
"There's a bucket over there, go get me some water."
On the other side of the old farmer, there was a small wooden barrel.
With Zi Chen's current strength, any thought in his mind would cause a flood of rain, even the original water. However, according to the old farmer's instructions, Zi Chen did not hesitate and left with the barrel.
Faintly, Zi Chen seemed to be able to guess the old farmer's intention, so he walked straight down the mountain, fetched a bucket of water, and then walked up the mountain step by step.
The old farmer was still hoeing the ground. After Zi Chen came back, he ordered again: "Plant those rapeseeds."
Zi Chen nodded, planted the rapeseed again, watered it, and buried the rapeseed.
In this way, an old man and a young man were busy in the fields. During this period, the old man would occasionally give instructions, while Zi Chen remained silent until sunset.
"After working all day, I'm almost exhausted."
The old farmer straightened up, beat his waist gently with his fist, and for the first time really looked at Zi Chen.
Zi Chen also looked at the old farmer. His eyes were cloudy, his hands were covered with calluses, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked like a real old farmer, not a powerful monk.
With a kind smile on his face, the old farmer looked at Zi Chen and asked, "Are you tired?"
Zi Chen shook his head and said, "I'm not tired."
"You're not tired, old man, but I am. Wait, I'm going to cook."
While talking, the old farmer walked towards the vegetable field next to him.
"No, I'm not hungry either." Zi Chen waved his hand immediately.
"Nonsense, how can you not be hungry after working all day?"
The old farmer is picking the freshest vegetables.
Zi Chen wanted to help, but was rejected by the old man again. In desperation, Zi Chen had no choice but to fetch water to wash the vegetables.
The old farmer worked very quickly. He quickly washed the vegetables and fried a few side dishes. During this period, the old farmer also used the dried bacon at home to fry a meat dish for Zi Chen. The aroma of the vegetables could be heard.
The two of them were sitting on a stone bench outside the wooden house. There were three plates of vegetables and one plate of meat on the stone table. After putting down the last plate, the old farmer said: "There haven't been guests here for a long time. I'll go get some wine later." Come."
Zi Chen did not refuse. The old farmer acted a little strangely, but there was absolutely no malice.
Soon, the old farmer brought a small jar of wine and two porcelain bowls. After opening them, the slightly turbid wine poured out.
Handing Zi Chen a bowl, the old farmer smiled and said, "Don't dislike it, it's home-brewed."
"Won't."
Zi Chen took it, drank it in one gulp, and said "good wine."
The dishes are ordinary dishes, and the wine is even more ordinary wine. Everything is very similar to the life of ordinary people in Tianwu Continent. This meal does not include all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, and there is nothing to replenish spiritual energy, but Zi Chen eats it very much. Happy, very comfortable, very relaxed and natural, it is a long-lost feeling.
Neither of them asked about each other's past or about each other, they just drank and ate.
After three rounds of drinking, the old farmer seemed a little too drunk. He squinted his eyes slightly, looked up at the sky, and then looked at Zi Chen.
For some reason, Zi Chen had a tingling feeling, as if in an instant, he remembered the word "Heaven Defying One".
"It's been a busy day today. Let's stay here tonight. We still have work to do tomorrow."
Zi Chen nodded, and then asked curiously: "I will continue planting vegetables tomorrow."
The old farmer shook his head and said: "No, we will train weapons tomorrow."
"Refining weapons, what kind of weapons?" Zi Chen looked at the old farmer doubtfully and drank the last bowl of wine.
"Heavenly soldiers." The old farmer said. At this moment, he suddenly became mysterious and taller.