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Chapter 71 What is a god? Just a stronger ant!

Lin Fan and Fang Qingxue walked one after the other through the humid and sweltering rainforest.

Saying "go" is actually a highly insulting way of speaking.

Lin Fan's feet always maintained a perfect distance of three inches from the ground.

Mud, decaying leaves, poisonous insects... all the filth in the world seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier of law, and even his trouser legs could not be stained.

His spotless casual clothes formed an absurd and eerie contrast with the primitive and savage jungle background.

Fang Qingxue followed behind, looking at the figure from behind, feeling as if she were following a deity walking among mortals.

No, perhaps even the gods don't know how to enjoy life as much as he does.

"Sir, aren't we... waiting for the Saint Seiya?" Fang Qingxue finally couldn't help but ask.

She was referring to the group of golden-haired hunks still sweating profusely in the camp, using their fighting spirit as excavators.

"Wait for them?" Lin Fan asked without turning his head, his tone matter-of-fact.

"We're here for tourism, they're here to work; it's a different situation."

"We need to get them to build up their accommodations first, otherwise where will we sleep when we come back at night? The sky as our blanket and the ground as our bed? That's just too inconsiderate."

Fang Qingxue's breath hitched.

What the hell is tourism?!

God the hell work!

You call going to challenge an ancient deity's temple "tourism"?

She felt that her thought process was being repeatedly crushed and reshaped by Lin Fan in an unreasonable way.

"Sir, are you really not worried?" Fang Qingxue's voice trembled slightly, a tremor she herself didn't even notice. "Team Leader Li warned us that this could very well be a conspiracy by the evil god Loki. That feathered serpent god, since he could even cause the deeply rooted Egyptian pantheon to stumble, his strength..."

"Worry?"

Lin Fan finally stopped and turned around.

There was no mockery or disdain on his face, only pure curiosity, as if he were looking at a child who had asked, "Why do people need to eat?"

"Qingxue, I have a question for you."

"Does an ant, in its own world, worry about being bitten to death by another, stronger ant?"

Fang Qingxue was stunned and couldn't keep up with this leap in thought.

"It doesn't need that," Lin Fan answered for her, a very faint smile curving his lips.

"What it should really be worried about is whether it will be trampled to death by a passerby without a care."

"When dimensions are different, power loses its meaning for comparison."

"The so-called traps and the so-called strength are just the logic of strong ants, and have nothing to do with 'humans'."

The words fell.

Lin Fan extended a finger and casually flicked it at a towering ancient tree in front of him that required more than a dozen people to encircle.

No sound.

There was no explosion.

There wasn't even the slightest energy fluctuation.

That giant tree, which had weathered countless years of wind and frost, was like a concept that had been erased from its very roots, starting from the point where the fingertips touched it.

It didn't turn to dust, but disappeared directly, silently, and completely...

It's as if its "legitimacy" for existing in this space has been stripped away.

Sunlight pierced through that absolute "nothingness," forming a straight beam that stung Fang Qingxue's eyes, causing tears to flow uncontrollably.

She stared blankly at the human-shaped gap, her mind a complete blank.

She knew Lin Fanqiang.

But she never imagined that power could be so unreasonable.

This is not power, this is the rule.

It is creation, it is destruction!

At this moment, the path of martial arts that she had been pursuing so diligently and steadfastly had collapsed in her heart.

What is my proud cultivation level compared to that single finger?

Stronger ants?

No.

Perhaps, it doesn't even qualify as an ant.

For the first time, a fear called "nothingness" welled up in Fang Qingxue's heart.

"Let's go, what are you spacing out for?"

Lin Fan's calm voice pulled her out of the abyss of collapsing faith.

"Yes... sir." Fang Qingxue's throat bobbed as she forced down the bitterness and shock that filled her mouth.

She stopped thinking about her martial arts.

All she wants to do now is see things clearly.

Follow this "person" closely and see clearly what the world looks like through his eyes.

The two continued on their way.

The number of deadly threats in the rainforest is increasing.

Brightly colored poisonous frogs, highly venomous vipers disguised as vines, and mutated poisonous insects that attack like ghosts.

These terrifying creatures, capable of wiping out any elite special forces unit, would instantly freeze upon approaching within three feet of Lin Fan, their very life force trembling, before turning tail and fleeing like madmen.

Several mutated creatures, comparable to giant pythons, descended from the sky, attempting to launch a sneak attack.

But while their bodies were still in mid-air, they silently decomposed and annihilated, turning into the most primitive particles, without even a drop of blood falling.

Fang Qingxue followed behind, her initial fear turning into numbness.

She finally understood.

The so-called safe zone does not mean a place without danger.

Rather, when he stands here, he is the rule of "safety" itself.

……

Meanwhile, at the rear camp.

A huge cluster of shacks, full of postmodern primitivism, has sprung up.

"Phew... Damn, this is more tiring than fighting Hades." Leo Aiolia plopped down on the ground, feeling like his soul had been ripped out.

This is not physical exhaustion, but the mental torment of being a top-notch warrior reduced to a construction worker.

Saga of Gemini, the ruthless hero who once attempted to assassinate Athena, now walked to Mu's side with a bewildered expression.

"Mu, tell me honestly, that person... that gentleman, who exactly is he?"

His voice was very low, carrying a hint of awe that even he himself wanted to deny.

Mu remained silent, his golden pupils gazing in the direction where Lin Fan had disappeared, as if endless mysteries were flowing there.

"I have no idea."

He shook his head, his voice hoarse.

"But I can sense that He is not in the same dimension as us, or even as Zeus, the father god on Mount Olympus."

"We burn our inner universe in pursuit of elevating 'power' to its ultimate level, which is the eighth sense, the Alaya consciousness."

"And He..." Mu's eyes became incredibly complex, a mixture of fear and longing.

"He himself has already transcended the concept of 'force'."

"He is 'reason,' 'law,' and that word from the East..."

""road"."

"road?"

This unfamiliar term caused all the Gold Saints who had gathered around to frown.

"Yes, the Way." A glint of wisdom flashed in Mu's eyes, but it also carried a hint of horror at having uncovered the truth.

"A supreme rule that we cannot understand, much less reach."

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

"From the moment we stepped into that courtyard house, why did all our resistance and struggle seem so ridiculous in his eyes?"

"It's not because we can't beat him, although that's certainly true."

Mu lowered his voice even further, as if he were telling a horror story.

"It's because, according to his 'way,' we 'should' pull weeds, we 'should' chop wood, and we 'should' build houses!"

"This isn't suppression of power; it's a definition at the level of laws! It defines who we are, and that's all we can be!"

Mu's words struck like a thunderbolt into the hearts of all the Gold Saints.

They instantly recalled their experiences over the past few days.

From initial anger and resentment, to later humiliation and numbness, and now... to taking it all for granted.

Even hearing the word "extra meal" brings a surge of pure joy.

This is not being tamed!

This has been fundamentally altered!

"Then...wouldn't we be forever destined to be His slaves?" Camus, the Aquarius, spoke in a cold voice, yet he couldn't conceal the chill that emanated from the depths of his soul.

"No."

Mu shook his head, a fanatical glint flashing in his eyes.

"This is a blessing!"

"The only chance for us 'ants' to glimpse the world of 'humans'!"

"Sir, He may seem to be enslaving us, but He has never truly humiliated us. He is showing us the form of the 'Tao' in His own way!"

"Chopping wood is the most basic structure that helps us understand 'reason'!"

"Pulling weeds allows us to experience the cycle of 'birth' and 'death'!"

"Even..." Mu glanced at Ares, the God of War, still drawing circles in the corner, "...even scrubbing the latrine is a way of cleansing the filth from one's divine nature and tempering one's mind!"

"This is the supreme 'cultivation' of the East!"

Mu's earth-shattering words struck all the Gold Saints like lightning, leaving them frozen in place.

Weren't we undergoing labor reform?

Are we... practicing spiritual cultivation?

This explanation... damn, it actually makes sense?!

Just as the worldview of these top warriors was about to be completely reshaped.

A calm yet dignified voice, without warning, resounded simultaneously from the depths of all their souls.

"We'll gather once the houses are finished."

"Ready to depart."

"Target: The pyramids."

"Forced march".