My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

These women indeed felt moved and exchanged looks.

"As members of the Giant Race, at most we can train disciples to cultivate, allowing the giant's true form to possess combat power, but it's too slow!"

"Watching the world's struggles, we feel an itch in our hearts."

"We have committed to Buddhism, cultivating for a lifetime, and it's perfect. Why think about men? What seemed promising before now seems just like that."

"Besides love, there are so many things in this world, like the dreams of Martial Dao!"

...

These incredibly beautiful women, each with their own distinct superior temperament, became resolute.

Soon, a piece of news spread.

In Fengdu Ghost City, twenty-seven women decided to enter the world to cultivate Buddhism.

This was a rather astonishing decision.

After all, many men of Martial Arts aren't willing to shave their heads and become monks, let alone women?

Of course, they were also influenced by Ziying, who forbade them from becoming monks, otherwise, many devoted martial artists naturally wouldn't care about such things.

After all, here is the Great Witch Tribe; they abandon their tribal system to cultivate something else is outrageous?

Especially Ziying, who had to set an example himself.

Baiyu was also surprised to see this scene,

"Our Fengdu is all martial artists, excluding all ordinary people, and the population is only over a hundred... In Fengdu, almost everyone is a Grandmaster or a young prodigy... Suddenly devoting nearly thirty people to Buddhism is indeed a significant impact..."

Fu Qingjun nodded.

Qin Hong indeed played a clever strategy.

Undermining from the roots, these are all highly talented individuals, and she attracted them all, and Ziying was left stunned speechless.

These twenty-seven people, continually reincarnating in the future, can already become her core team.

The Buddhist sect is entrusted to Ziniang to develop on the other side, and she wants to develop another branch.

...

"This person is a master at reaping abundant harvests." Fu Qingjun squinted, looking at Qin Hong, the behind-the-scenes manipulator stirring up the storm here.

Strategy and martial power are essential qualities to become a formidable figure.

Fu Qingjun glanced at those beautiful girls.

All had been baptized, with three thousand worries shed, their minds pure.

At this moment, sitting cross-legged on the ground, hands clasped together, their gaze lowered, they seemed to be in meditation; in reality, they had already begun to control a form, reincarnating.

Fu Qingjun couldn't help but sigh,

"Qin Hong, oh Qin Hong, we were born of the same root, why the rush to harm each other?"

Though you are a devout Nameless God devotee, weren't you too eager in recruiting people into the faith?

"Suddenly, there's a strange emptiness in my heart."

Fu Qingjun walked out of the Cihang Jingzhai, wandered on the street, the ants under his feet transformed into a dense residual image, as if it were another vast Extraordinary World, where he was the mythical giant.

They watched him, in awe, astonished, crowding around.

Like a slowly moving Mount Everest moving before their eyes.

"Once this harem group was so close to me, but in the blink of an eye..." he chuckled, wondering about the curious sense of loss he felt.

"However, everything is about to go on track."

Fu Qingjun knew he could plan the next phase.

"Back then, between heaven and earth, there was only one True Immortal level powerhouse, the Demon Lord Grace."

"Although constrained by the times, she explored the mists above but fell, leaving no remains." Fu Qingjun's expression sharpened.

Grace's death had always been a thorn in his heart.

When his own plans were nearly complete, perhaps he could probe that unknown opponent on Earth!

This is truly a war of races!

Every civilization of extraordinary cultivation systems he's simulated was born for this.

"Molo has recently disappeared, probably going to the Austria Kingdom." Fu Qingjun smiled mysteriously, heading back to Du Guan Town.

Molo lacked a body that could unleash power.

Thus, the body of the Pierce deity was naturally what he desired.

Molo would naturally go to the Austria Kingdom in secret to steal their technology, or even to confuse and woo that kingdom.

After all, the Buddhist realm already had its mundane affiliated kingdoms. How could Molo not be tempted?

Fu Qingjun continued smiling, not planning to bother about Molo.

In Fu Qingjun's eyes, Molo right now was just a small person with potential.

There have been too many so-called geniuses who died without growing up.

"But given that, how could a remaining kingdom stay aloof? I need to make a trip to Hawks Kingdom, bestow this opportunity upon you."

"The noble English nobility, the ancient Sun Never Sets Knight Dynasty, judging by their hairstyles, this is the country on Earth where my Nameless God has descended the most." Fu Qingjun silently quipped.

On Nuwa Mountain.

Fu Qingjun controlled the Fourth True Immortal, breakthrough he had cultivated secretly over the years, flying to the neighboring autonomous region of the Hawks Kingdom, "Since the Eastern immortal civilization revives with the times after hundreds of thousands of years, how could the Maya civilization not revive?"

Boom!

The wind howled.

This figure gradually transformed into a small, elegant Western gentleman,

"The Anunnaki that descended once governed the entire Earth....."

Traversing mountains and peaks with supersonic flight, there were bursts of sonic booms.

"He was known as Emperor Xia in the East, creating Huaxia civilization... He is our God of Wisdom Jiaxia in the West, creating the great Sunflower Dynasty."

"We both worship ancient god civilizations; as they're reviving, our Maya civilization should also revive in this great era."

Fu Qingjun's expression was leisurely, "The ignorant world has long forgotten the historical glory of the Maya civilization, the battles of angels, demons, feathered serpent gods, and dragons... the ancient Angel Emperor, Liana, the Demon Lord Grace... all these events from hundreds of thousands of years ago, it's truly tragic."

...

Hawks Kingdom Autonomous Region.

Ancient British buildings stand tall on the ground; in the distance is a white dome cathedral.

Some nuns pass by, while tall white knights in medieval armor patrol the streets.

Noblemen with canes, laughing and chatting with noblewomen as they walk by.

In the early evening hours.

In a civilian neighborhood, in a red-roofed building.

A middle-aged man is sitting on the bed reading a book under a dim yellow light bulb.

The delicate paper emits a unique ink fragrance, being the latest mythical history freshly printed by the publisher, "The Maya Civilization Chronicle," with Naxika as the author on the cover.

Dong Dong Dong!

The heavy, dull toll of the clocktower sounded outside the window.

Isaac glanced out the window, as the last hint of twilight faded away, "Is it already six in the evening? I didn't expect to spend a whole day reading this book."

He stretched, laid back on the bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

"How wondrous, based on the latest archaeological history, it's truly a magnificent myth! The Angel Civilization, during the prehistoric great flood period."