CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 101: THE ANCIENT SHIP’S ACKNOWLEDGMENT AND THE MYSTERIOUS CABIN SPACE

The so-called chips come from silicon.

Silicon is very abundant on Earth; it is sand and stone.

Purifying it physically yields high-purity polysilicon.

As for snail shells, they are formed by swallowing soil or gnawing on limestone... Now making snails eat sand, altering the structure of snail shells, seems worth a try.

"Silicon purity needs to be 99.9%, and the ability of biological purification... It goes without saying, the trace elements in our bodies are not easily acquired."

"And a top-tier chip is only the size of a fingernail, yet it can have kilometers of wiring and tens of millions of transistors; it’s the world’s most precise engraving art."

"However, every cell produced biologically surpasses the precision of countless chips combined... Just one DNA sequence alone is unmatched."

In terms of precision, there is no issue.

Life itself is a miracle of "precision engraving."

In short, if pioneer Yudula steps up and still can’t succeed...

Then truly, there is no way.

"Developing Huaxia chips starts from me."

Fu Qingjun felt his hair’s potential was limitless, and the snail chip might have potential too.

That night passed, at the Divine Demon Night Banquet, Yudula was invigorated with fighting spirit, immensely enthusiastic.

And her modification was actually simple: changing the snail shell’s material.

Quickly, some progress was made.

"I’ve grasped the pulse!" she exclaimed.

...

The next morning, Fu Qingjun woke up, stretched.

Refreshing!!

He wore a smile on his lips.

In two days, ant wine took shape!

In three days, the clock assembly line took shape!

In half a month, he began producing his own chips!

In just a few short months, these three assembly lines, clearly are ancient, medieval, modern times, how incredible is that?

It’s as if in the blink of an eye, the history of human development has been completed.

"According to a normal novel, with this pace, in two months, surely it would be fast approaching the finale, right?"

He smiled somewhat smugly.

He got up, brushed his teeth, put on black silk muscle, dressed, and wore high shoes.

Whoosh!

The whole person gradually swelled up, instantly becoming a tall and powerful handsome young man.

Every time he saw those novels and TV dramas, he found them absurd.

The protagonists have power but haven’t matured, wandering and provoking enemies everywhere, showing off and getting embarrassed, not understanding to lay low until mastering divine skills before making an entrance.

Even dragging their pace, clearly they could have had a better method to soar instantly, yet they ignore it, madly slack off, trodding down every newbie path.

"Indeed, novels are just novels; they don’t adhere to logic; I, a real person in reality, am different."

Fu Qingjun stretched, complained, and went out seriously to have breakfast, "In theory, developing chips is currently the fastest way to develop and the possibility for instant rising."

Chips are the core.

The entire modern high-tech human empire stands on chips, i.e., integrated circuits.

Snails are just an experiment...

If successful, it might be the kind of... Mechanical Wizard Civilization, instantly upended, standing on the five-thousand-year scientific foundation of humanity.

This civilization’s level of development far exceeds primitive tribes!

After all, not talking about the Jiaxia Tribe era, the witch civilization was extremely primitive and bloody, with no technical content, just frantically birthing... using ethnic advantages for species mutation, survival of the fittest.

But, how can they have any foundation?

Fu Qingjun shook his head, smiled bitterly, "Despite being born sacred, accelerating growth can’t have foundation, the time is too short."

The Jiaxia Tribe era, despite exaggerated claims, was really just a rural muscular small tribe, very savage.

The Witch Angel era, seen by Professor Naxika and others as remarkable, actually, although Qin Hong brought modern social systems, it was merely a swarm of madly birthing Ant Queens, utilizing Darwin’s theory of evolution for primitive species optimization, survival of the fittest.

These two civilizations had no foundation.

Hardly any accumulation of their own.

Is that worthy of being called a "civilization"?

Fu Qingjun didn’t think so.

Actually, he understood what species to create had the greatest value.

The Mechanical Snail will be the first truly civilized species with a foundation.

"If possible, I might soon surpass Earth’s existing mechanical civilization..." Fu Qingjun’s lips curled into a smile but his expression gradually became grim and heavy,

"But what’s going on on the other side?"

"Logically, it wasn’t even the central area of the nuclear explosion; evacuation is indeed necessary... but it has remained so quiet, a bizarre white mist continually covers it, seemingly with no living people."

Where on earth have people gone?

With time passing, he felt more and more absurd.

Until now, a deep sense of unknown crisis weighed on his heart, so he put every effort into strengthening himself.

Soon, Fu Qingjun started again, researching the ancient ship.

The previous Parallel World portal was only ant-sized, now it’s as big as a fist, and under the sustainment of Spiritual Power, it became more stable.

"Let’s try inserting the ancient ship once more."

Fu Qingjun, haunted by it, now with his soul expanded many times over, planned to try inserting the ancient ship again.

Swoosh.

A strand of hair slowly pierced into it, like a pulsating blood vessel, constantly transmitting large amounts of energy.

The ancient ship crazily absorbed everything as if it were a bottomless pit.

"There’s a chance!"

Fu Qingjun became excited, vaguely sensing something.

As the continuous flow of soul energy was transmitted, the entire ancient ship seemed to be gradually filled by Fu Qingjun, and some strange phenomenon appeared, establishing some kind of mind connection.

The entire ship suddenly became gradually transparent and penetrated into Fu Qingjun’s mind.

"What is this scenario? It’s entered my brain? Finally, the blood has recognized the owner!" Fu Qingjun was stunned for a few seconds.

There was no time to hesitate, and a series of information slowly appeared before him:

Host State: Fifth Realm (Sealed)

Time Sail: Damaged

Space Anchor: Locked

Eternal Life Ship: Idle

...

Fu Qingjun looked at this series of information and was silent for a few seconds.

"Hahaha! I’ve finally filled it up! It’s become my color!"

Even though Fu Qingjun’s head was completely blank, and his Spiritual Power was utterly depleted, he became deliriously happy, "Hmph, it could only struggle for half a month before I conquered it!"

His brain was not to be underestimated.

The maximum limit of his mind’s blue bar has been crazily elevated, as if it were a joke?

Fifth Realm...

Does this mean my actual soul strength has already reached the fifth realm?

Even though my actual cultivation is very weak, it’s not impossible!

Because previously, my soul had already reached the fourth realm, so the inserted creatures were equivalent to the fourth realm’s offspring, descendants of the divine, which had a sevenfold time sense trait.

Now, having devoured a fourth realm civilization’s destruction, I directly broke through to the fifth realm!

So, I can preliminarily make this ancient ship recognize its owner?

This ancient ship is extremely mysterious, requiring at least the fifth realm to recognize its owner.

Fu Qingjun helplessly remarked, "Perhaps I am the most mediocre of the fifth realm? Before, I didn’t even know my soul strength was in the fourth realm..."

But his expression suddenly became serious as he studied this piece of information:

"Time Sail, the function can be understood! It’s the sail that was broken and given to Jiaxia, to return to the past!"

"Space Anchor, it’s the anchor this ship drops, hooking onto another Parallel World, the method to establish a space tunnel."

As for the Eternal Life Ship, idle?

Fu Qingjun’s thoughts moved, he could understand the other two abilities, but this one?

Ship cabin?

Ship cabin space?

Fu Qingjun seemed to think of something, silently sensing the ship’s body, and sure enough, discovered a blank space within it.

"This ship cabin, it seems, is where I stayed with the entire room for seventeen years... only to navigate to this Parallel Cosmos!"

In other words, it’s a place for living.

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "At the very least, it’s definitely a space, no mistake about it. If I don’t sit in it, can it serve as a space ring now? Can it hold and store items?"

His mind was very active.

Fu Qingjun threw a heap of hair into it, and then shoved in a jumble of other items, finding it indeed feasible.

The messy room suddenly became much cleaner.

However, thinking about it, such a powerful ancient ship having a space ring’s function is entirely ordinary.

Afterwards, it means he can go on trips.

He has always been afraid to leave the room too far, at most a hundred meters, as his Spiritual Power could detect any abnormality in the house, after all, there were too many secrets there.

"Then, can living things function inside?"

Fu Qingjun thought for a moment and threw an ant inside.

He found that the ant became motionless, like a statue.

"Eternal Life Ship, meaning that inside, time is usually still, hence it is called eternal?" Fu Qingjun could only guess secretly upon seeing this.

It’s indeed a good icebox.

At least, the future preservation problem of river snail rice noodles wouldn’t be a worry.

"Wait, since time is static, how could I have lived inside for ’a moment’ equivalent to seventeen years?" Fu Qingjun thought of something else.

He thought for a moment, trying to inject Spiritual Power into the ship’s body.

After all, in his understanding, there was nothing that couldn’t be solved by inserting a strand of hair.

Splash!

As his Spiritual Power was injected.

The entire ship’s space began to gently move like a car starting up, beginning to accelerate along the time track.

Boom!!

Inside the space, that ant crazily moved, climbed, and then died of old age...

Fu Qingjun’s pupils instantly dilated.

Spiritual Power, can it propel time forward?

Fu Qingjun was startled, trying to put the newly cultivated clock production line into it.

His mind’s Spiritual Power was slowly injected.

Boom!

Time flew by rapidly.

The ant production line moved crazily, a large number of clocks began to be manufactured, and clocks began to quickly pile up.

"I’ve struck it rich!"

Fu Qingjun suddenly burst into joyous laughter.