Chapter 250: Ants looking at the moon, the spark of civilization
Chapter 250: Ants looking at the moon, the spark of civilization (asking for monthly tickets)
The picture on the blood crystal gradually dimmed, and all the reconnaissance soldiers died.
But the hearts of the seven thrones could not calm down for a long time.
The little wizard sitting on the Blood King's seat was certain that the mentality of these seven thrones had collapsed.
Just like when he failed to distribute welfare, he fell into despair.
That fleeting glimpse brought about the collapse of their worldview; the tip of the iceberg of the monster world had already crushed all the pride in their hearts.
It was a height they could not reach, and the cognition they had built up in previous cross-border wars was completely shattered.
The little wizard can probably understand this feeling.
The power understood by the seven thrones of the Spirit Breath Clan is like sand played by a child in the monster world.
The super beast weapons and biotechnology that we once prided ourselves on are as thin as a piece of paper in front of the world of higher dimensions.
Some of the data in the world analysis has already exceeded the scope of their understanding.
"What...are we?" Bone King whispered hoarsely.
Looking down at his own hands, the strength that once enabled him to fight across borders now seemed so ridiculous.
It once thought that it was a powerful being that conquered all realms and brought destruction to the end.
Only now did I realize that they were just frogs in a well. When they occasionally looked up, they caught a glimpse of the real sky, which was so vast that it was despairing.
"All the wars, calculations, and glory..." The Fungus King laughed bitterly at this time:
"It turns out to be nothing more than a carnival of ants."
The Lingxi tribe has its own way of judging the strength of the world.
It was like the first time they went to Earth for reconnaissance. A simple investigation made them realize that Earth’s combat power level was not strong.
The world framework, the spiritual energy content...these are the core factors that determine whether a world can give birth to a strong race. A dragon cannot be born in the mud.
Apply this standard to the monster world to measure the strength of the monster world.
There is a 100% chance that the monster world can give birth to a top-level powerful race.
According to this set of standards, even if a tribe has not developed any technology to utilize resources in this advanced world and lives like primitive people.
They can also possess more terrifying power than the "Super Beast Weapons" they have created with all their wisdom and resources.
Because in this world, breathing is cultivation, and survival is evolution.
The detection troops of the Lingxi tribe are simply unable to detect excessive amounts of data and information.
What is certain is that the forces that invaded the spiritual world are only a corner of this world.
It is far from being a world-leading force.
Thinking back to before the meeting, they had the idea of counterattacking the world where the invading forces were located. Now it just seemed ridiculous.
The top forces in this world may bring a crisis of destruction to the spiritual world with just ordinary activities.
This exploration plunged the Seven Thrones into uncontrollable fear.
For the first time, they realized that power can be obtained without pursuing it.
It may be like the sunlight, air, and gravity in the spiritual world, which are naturally so.
The counterattack plan was shattered, and the only thing left was that they had to escape from the spiritual world as soon as possible.
There is no chance of winning this war.
Even though the invading force is only a small force in the vast world, the resources it controls are beyond the reach of the Lingxi clan.
This also explains why the space technology used by the invading forces is so crude, but the top-level spiritual materials used to build the space channel are beyond any material known to the Lingxi clan.
Perhaps the top-notch materials in their eyes are just ordinary resources in that world.
This gap even made the seven thrones confused about their own positioning.
They stood silently beside the conference table, and the air was as heavy as if it was filled with lead.
They once called themselves natural disasters, synonymous with destruction.
This is also the history told to them by their ancestors, which makes them feel proud.
But at this moment, they felt an unprecedented absurdity.
It's like a group of wild wolves that thought they were ferocious, but suddenly found out that they were just microorganisms swimming in a fish tank.
In the eyes of the higher world creatures outside the fish tank, it is just a joke.
"What are our efforts worth?" The Blood King whispered, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Plunderer? Destroyer?" The Shadow King's voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat, hoarse with self-mockery:
“The long years of hard work seem like a game of deceiving oneself.”
These words made the gloom in the hearts of the Seven Thrones even heavier.
They had gloated over their conquests of the lower worlds, crushing civilizations like children crushing anthills.
It is not until now that I understand that the so-called conquest is nothing more than ants biting each other.
This exploration completely shattered their historical pride.
It also began to make them re-examine this anti-invasion war.
Realizing that their strength was not enough to win this anti-invasion war, Bone King was the first to break the silence:
"We still have a way out, Blue World. Perhaps it is time to start the evacuation plan. Continuing the war will only lead to more losses of combat power."
Facing Bone King's proposal, Soul King shook his head:
"The blue world is only suitable for plundering, but not for living. I don't see the future of the Spirit Breath Clan surviving in such a world... Perhaps we still have another choice, to build a new space channel and escape to the world that scares us."
The Soul King's proposal shocked the other six thrones present.
This proposal was extremely bold, and the Iron King decisively opposed it:
"Escaping to that world is like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. But if we stay here, our Lingxi tribe will be completely destroyed. Gentlemen, this is not the time to worry about dignity and pride. The most urgent task is to continue the future of our tribe. I think escaping to the blue world is the most correct choice."
"Continuing the race? That's easy to say!" King Eclipse's eyes widened with anger, and he slammed the armrest of his chair:
"How many people can the blue world support? How many resources can we consume? How many people will we abandon if we flee to the blue world? Are we going to completely abandon the war development model established by our ancestors and perish in the quagmire? Have you ever considered the next generation?"
After listening to their argument, the Fungus King shook his head slightly, his face full of sadness:
"But if we don't flee, the whole tribe will be destroyed, and there won't be a single one left. If we choose to flee to the blue world, we can only retain the elite and leave a spark for the tribe, waiting for a chance to find a new world and set sail again one day in the future."
The Soul King who proposed to flee to the monster world continued to speak at this time:
"Gentlemen, although the world where the invading force is located is strong, this force is obviously not the dominant force in that world. It is not terrible for us to provoke them. High risks also mean high opportunities. If we can take root there, we may be able to rise from the bottom."
"Rising from the bottom? How easy is that!" Shadow King sneered:
"You have all seen how powerful that world is. If we go there, we will also be struggling to survive. If we are not careful, we will be doomed. The crisis far outweighs the opportunity."
"But it's better than waiting to die here. We have explored countless worlds before, so why can't we take a chance this time? Maybe in that higher world, we can find a way to break through the existing power system. There, the spiritual energy and energy are vast, and the resources are endless. If we can take root there, we can touch the true supremacy and talk about the glory of our race again."
"Don't forget, the law of the jungle is the path chosen by our Lingxi tribe."
Faced with Soul King's insistence, Shadow King wavered in his thoughts, but still persuaded:
"Soul King, if we go to that world, we will fall to the bottom of the food chain and start all over again."
"No, we will get a real start." The Soul King chose to continue to stick to his point of view.
The seven thrones looked at each other, and finally, silence replaced the argument.
They all understood the Soul King's thoughts, and that this was a risky path to rise.
Whether choosing the blue world or the higher world, it means that the Lingxi tribe will face the crisis of genocide.
In their eyes, the Blue World was just a stop on their cross-border plundering, and they had never thought of settling down and developing in that world, because the strength of the Blue World was too low and could not support the future of the Lingxi Clan.
Making this choice means that the new generation of the Lingxi tribe will be inferior to the previous generation.
Eventually, you will be stuck in the quagmire and there will be no possibility of escaping.
This is the horror of the lower world.
The whole world is like a cage without oxygen. To survive for a long time, you must have a life strength that adapts to that world.
If you choose a higher world, you will have to face countless terrifying lives and even racial forces.
Trying to survive in the cracks, one may be crushed into dust at any time by a powerful life that suddenly appears.
One is like a frog in boiling water, gradually heading towards destruction.
One is alchemy in fire, either rising up in blood in cruel competition, or being reduced to ashes under the shadow of the strong.
It's like a flesh mill.
The corpses of the weak are used to pave the throne of the strong, and the rise and fall of a race is but a momentary wave.
The atmosphere of the meeting was extremely depressing.
They had never imagined that a simple cross-border investigation would rise to a life and death decision for the Lingxi tribe.
The Shadow King was still struggling, his eyes full of pain:
"Choosing a higher world means changing the development model and gathering resources to develop combat power. I really can't accept abandoning those ordinary people like this."
Soul King sighed:
"King Shadow, this is a helpless move. The elites we brought with us are the hope for the future of the Spirit Breath Clan. They will carry the future of the Spirit Breath Clan."
The seven thrones fell silent again, and everyone was making a difficult decision in their hearts.
This discussion concerning the life and death of the Lingxi tribe is still going on.
Whatever decision they make next will be so heavy that it will make them breathless.
The only one who remained calm at this time was the little wizard.
The way he thinks about problems is different from that of the seven thrones of the Lingxi clan.
What I am considering is that if I follow the Lingxi tribe back to the monster world, that would completely make me a villain.
At least there is no going back until the forum players forgive him.
Should he, as the Blood King, help the Spirit Breath Clan gain a foothold in the monster world, wait for the moment of redemption, and then return to the village?
By the way, in the process, you can take advantage of the Lingxi tribe to make yourself stronger.
If you choose this path, the first thing you need to do is change the landing location of the Spirit Breath Clan.
It must not land near the space node of the hometown.
Looking at his fellow villagers from the villain's perspective, these animals are simply an unsolvable natural disaster. If you make enemies with them, you will be exhausted to death sooner or later.
You don't even need to die.
Without the high mortality rate of the space channel, the villagers would only need two or three rounds of full-scale war, and the history of the Lingxi tribe would end.
Therefore, the Lingxi tribe, a group of misfits, are totally unqualified to fight against the players.
If it lands in the Tezuka Mountains, a death sentence can be pronounced on the spot.
The Black Tide, the Zerg Tide, and the Players, any one of these three forces can make the Lingxi Clan feel extremely desperate.
The forum’s legendary god of war “King of Skyfire” is a lesson for us.
Therefore, the choice of landing location is very important.
Just then, the eyes of the Seven Thrones turned towards him.
"Blood King, what do you think?"
Faced with the question, the young wizard was suddenly speechless.
In his opinion, these two choices were not choices at all.
He was very clear about the location of the blue world. It was their Earth and also the target that the Lingxi tribe wanted to invade next.
This must be a new map that hasn't been developed yet, just like the air wall in the game. How is it possible to go there?
Thinking that he was temporarily tied to the same boat with the Lingxi Clan, he nodded with a cold face and said in a deep voice:
"I support the Soul King's idea. I would rather be crushed under the feet of the strong than rot in the mire."
As soon as he said this, the little wizard was suddenly stunned.
He realized that what he said was actually a curse on his real hometown.
Comparing the earth to a quagmire is such a villainous way of thinking, so shameful!
"Then let's vote on it." The Soul King nodded at this time.
Eight tentacles simultaneously pointed at the blood-red crystal in the center of the conference table.
The final voting result was to live in the face of death and gamble the future of the Lingxi tribe to fight for a possibility.
……
Back at the Blood Pool Legion, the young wizard began to ask for guidance on how to cultivate the growth system of the End Beast.
And how to make the End Beast into a regular special soul.
The guidance provides two growth paths for this.
The first route.
The End Beast can grow by devouring the genes of flesh and blood life and optimizing its own life structure.
However, the End Beast is made from derivatives of the rules of the spiritual world, and the genetic structure that can be analyzed is limited. It can be assisted in the analysis by consuming sacrificial power.
In other words, in the future, while the End Beast will receive sacrificial power rewards when it devours a kind of flesh and blood life in the monster world, it will also have to consume sacrificial power to digest the flesh and blood life in order to grow.
This is a gradual growth path. As long as you devour enough genes and break through the growth threshold, you will have the opportunity to advance the rules.
The characteristics of this rule will also be related to devouring evolution.
The second route.
Strip away the origin of the rules of the spiritual world and integrate them into the "source of sin".
This method is relatively simple and the instructions can help.
But the prerequisite is to pay over 100 million yuan in sacrificial power at one time.
How to choose? The little wizard decisively chose the former.
This price reminded him of the special soul in the director's hand, the Dark Legion, which was also extremely expensive when assembled.
He couldn't even think about spending over 100 million sacrificial powers.
I don't know if I will have the ability to transform the End Beast into a rule-based soul in this lifetime.
But he already had a new goal in mind.
Use the power of the Spirit Breath Clan to build your own power in the game.
If the plan fails... I will return to the village in disgrace and be beaten.
If successful, he will witness the rise of the Spirit Breath Clan in the monster world as the Blood King.
I just don’t know if I can live to see that day.
The game Monster World has a very high degree of freedom. The rise of a race never happens overnight, but rather follows a gradual development process just like in reality.
It's really like playing with your life.
I just don’t know if the Monster World account can be inherited, so that future generations can inherit my power and continue to work hard.
As for whether the Lingxi tribe could gain a foothold in the monster world, he was not sure, but he knew that a senior from the descending force had succeeded.
Ale is a good example.
He had read a background information supplement post by a player on the forum, which mentioned the rise of Ale.
This frog that jumped out of the well really gained a foothold in the Monster World, and the entertainment cities it opened were spread across many areas of the Monster World.
With the wealth accumulated over the years, we have now started to build a new legion system.
The Lingxi tribe may also have similar opportunities.
In his eyes, although the Lingxi tribe is weak, they also have good development potential and a complete technical system. There may be a big gap between them and Ale, after all, Ale started as the king of the small world with rules.
But the Monster World will be a platform for the Spirit Breath Clan to reach new heights.
Thinking of this, the little wizard was suddenly stunned.
He found himself thinking about the future of the Lingxi tribe.
"Hiss~ Why do I feel like I'm getting further and further down the path of being a villain?"
At this moment, he turned his head and looked at the guiding water ball floating beside him:
"Brother Guidance, will there be any problems if I don't follow the development path of the player camp?"
In response to the question, the guide raised his eyelids:
[No problem, you can play however you want. No matter what, you are still a member of the player camp. You can still use the mall, star veins, body level enhancement and other functions. The gameplay is just different.]
What the guidelines don’t say is: just make sure the tax you pay for the sacrifices is not less.
After receiving the affirmation from the guidance, the young wizard sighed helplessly.
Deep down, he still wanted to return to Teizuka Village and fight together with his guild brothers.
It's really boring to grow up with a group of NPCs.
But now that things have come to this, he has no choice.
Next he decided to strengthen the End Beast.
He planned to sell all the goods in the warehouse and exchange them for sacrificial power.
Many potentially valuable things cannot be exchanged for much sacrificial power by directly sacrificing them to Emperor Omen, and directly contacting the guild in need will not work either.
His reputation in the forum has been ruined, and no player will be willing to cooperate with him.
For example, the 132 amber coffins in the personal space bag contain living genetic samples of different races, which can be sold to the Pharmacist Guild in exchange for rewards.
But the Apothecaries Guild would certainly not be willing to cooperate with him.
The Pharmacists Guild does not want to lose the market. If their cooperation with him is exposed, they will be put on the spot and criticized by players on the forum.
But if direct trading is not possible, indirect trading can be used.
Put the items in the baggage space on the trading floor and wait for players in need to place orders directly to avoid communication and contact.
After deducting the handling fee, he can get a considerable profit from the sacrifice.
With the idea in mind, the little wizard took action immediately.
But for many items, there is no reference price in the trading house.
In terms of pricing, he plans to set a high price first, and then consider lowering the price if it fails to sell.
While the little wizard was busy, the other thrones also began to take action.
They first shut down the space teleportation array connecting to the blue world.
Afterwards, the Bone King and the Fungus King withdrew the Super Beast Legion soldiers stationed at the exit of the space channel.
The war priests under the command of the seven thrones gathered together and began to build a new cross-border teleportation array in Apocalypse City according to the coordinates obtained by analyzing the floating jellyfish.
After this meeting, the Lingxi tribe had completely given up the anti-invasion war.
Prepare to gather all the resources of the spiritual world, and then lead the tribe to migrate across the border to the monster world.
But before leaving, there was one thing that made the seven thrones of the Lingxi tribe hesitate.
Do you want to try to strip away the rules of the spiritual world and take these rules with you to the monster world?
The result of doing this is that the spiritual world will completely collapse.
More importantly, in the process of concentrating resources to try, it is still unknown whether the divestiture can be successfully carried out.
Bringing the rules with them means that the Lingxi people will have a higher potential for growth.
The cost is that one will be penniless in the initial stage, and even if all existing resources are exhausted, the divestiture may not be successful.
Because of this incident, the Eight Thrones gathered again to hold a meeting.
The Lingxi tribe started trying to strip away the rules of the world a long time ago.
All we get are substances derived from rules, and we cannot separate the origin of the world at all.
The reasons for failure mainly come from three aspects.
First of all, the technology is immature and there are serious deficiencies in understanding the rules of the world.
The world framework is like an intricate maze, containing countless profound principles.
The Lingxi Clan's current analysis technology can only touch the surface of the rules and cannot go deep into the core of the rules to accurately grasp the operating logic.
Secondly, stripping away the world's rules is a mega-project that consumes extremely many resources and energy.
The origin of the spiritual world is closely intertwined with every corner of the world, and is deeply integrated with the world's material and energy systems.
To strip it out, horrific consumption is required to break the close connection between the origin and the rest of the world, and a special container large enough to carry the rules needs to be created, which is another incalculable expense.
Finally, there is the stability of the world.
Just like pulling out key load-bearing components from the foundation of a building, once the process of origin stripping is initiated, the balance of the world structure will be instantly broken, triggering a series of chain reactions, and the final result is the collapse of the world.
Only some fragments of land that have merged into the core of the world will remain.
How to make a decision? The seven thrones expressed their opinions at the meeting.
The little wizard's suggestion is to invest all resources to try to strip away the origin of the world.
As a player from the monster world, he clearly knows the difference between having rules and having no rules.
Although having rules does not necessarily mean being strong.
For example, the Youlu Association, which likes to play gambling games, has mastered the rules of the "game space", but compared with the ancient gods and Ale, it is very weak.
But without rules, it is destined to be a piece of cake in the eyes of other races.
Not to mention sitting at the table, you don’t even have the qualifications to see the table.
The final result of the meeting was as the little wizard wished, and he tried his best to strip away the origin of the world.
Since you have decided to bet on the future, bet more thoroughly.
The meeting ended and the little wizard started to get busy.
As the Blood King, he is responsible for the dispatch of the Super Beast Legion before migration, as well as the ideological work of the people in the territory.
With the Blood King's memory, this aspect was not difficult for him.
……
22 days later, Apocalypse City.
A giant teleportation array spanning a hundred miles stands in the center of the city. Dark runes spread like blood vessels, devouring the surrounding light.
The war priests of the Lingxi tribe and the top formation masters worked day and night to adjust the final parameters to ensure the stability of the cross-border transmission.
In the city, 500 million new generation of Lingxi tribe gathered here, and some tribesmen poured in like a tide from outside the city.
They are all selected sparks.
The Fungus King stood on a high tower, overlooking his clansmen who gathered like ants, without any fluctuation in his eyes.
"Has the transmission list been confirmed?"
The Soul King's fingertips slid across the blood-red crystal, on which flashed densely packed names.
"Super beast warriors, elite warriors, high-level scholars, top craftsmen... a total of 843 million. Resources are limited, so we can only take away the most valuable fire seeds."
Hearing this cold number, the King of Fungi's eyes flashed with reluctance, but in the end his gaze became firm:
"We have no choice, for the future."
"For the future." Soul King nodded.
The Devourer King licked his lips:
"Now, we finally understand the civilizations we destroyed."
During the communication, the teleportation formation was activated.
Batch after batch of Lingxi people came to the central area of the city under the guidance of the super beast warriors.
In the connection of spatial coordinates, the little wizard personally participated and provided the coordinates.
In response to inquiries from the other seven thrones, he explained that the partial memories gained when merging with this body proved that the area was relatively safe.
The other seven thrones had no doubt about this.
They could sense the memory capsule in the little wizard's body and were certain that he was one of their own people.
"Let's start, and try to strip away the rules of the world." The voice of the Fungus King echoed in the sky, cold and resolute.
His voice quickly spread to all areas of the spiritual world through communication spores.
The team led by the war priest began to act.
Blood-red chains rose up in various regions of the world, piercing into the sky and the earth.
Behind them, mountains of resources were decaying at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Those were treasures plundered from across hundreds of worlds, but now they were burning like cheap fuel, providing the Bloody Chain with a constant supply of energy.
This is a gamble on the future.
The process of disintegrating the world and extracting the origin of the world is destined to come at the cost of destroying the entire homeland world.
With the start of the stripping operation, the world's far north was the first to change.
The glacier that had not melted for thousands of years suddenly stopped, and then spider-web-like cracks appeared like fragile glass.
Residents living in the Ice City walked outside one after another, looking up at the cracks appearing in the sky with horror.
When the glacier was discovered to be breaking, it was too late to escape.
The extremely cold torrent swept down in an instant, covering the entire city and burying all traces of civilization.
Then, the lava lake on an island in the West Sea began to surge violently.
The red magma became viscous, and huge bubbles bulged on the surface, exploding in an instant to reveal the dark nothingness underneath.
In the emerald rain forest of the south, the leaves of the towering ancient trees suddenly took on a metallic luster, and then twisted and deformed like tinfoil crumpled by an invisible hand.
The animals living in the treetops were shattered into pieces along with the cradle of life that nurtured them and fell into the cracked ravines of the earth before they even understood what was happening.
The skies over the eastern plains melted.
The entire sky was dripping with dark blue jelly like melted wax.
When it hit the ground, the residents of the spiritual world that it came into contact with stopped moving, as if they were sealed like amber, and then began to disappear little by little from the edge like pencil marks being erased by an eraser.
A young man was still running, but his left foot had turned into nothingness.
The sea water surged violently, forming a thousand-meter-high water wall, but the moment it touched the blood-colored chain, it crystallized into a giant purple crystal.
Thousands of cities tilted and fell like drunkards.
The trend of world collapse is spreading everywhere.
The earth was spasming, and the ground was rising with hideous edges and corners, as if countless giant beasts were struggling and roaring beneath the rock.
During this process, the world's original particles continued to converge towards Apocalypse City.
The sky of Apocalypse City suddenly turned into a broken kaleidoscope.
Countless blood-red chains intertwined into a giant dark red net in the sky. Each chain was stretched straight, forcibly extracting the essence of the entire world.
The cries of countless people seemed to ring in the ears of the Seven Thrones.
Looking at the still-operating teleportation array, a drop of crystal water fell on the Iron King's visor:
"From a primitive tribe struggling to survive in the swamp to a destructive natural disaster that controlled super beasts to cross borders, the development of the Spirit Breath Clan has gone through many twists and turns. However, our ancestors relied on their wisdom to lead the Spirit Breath Clan through the crisis of extinction time and time again... Now, we have once again reached a turning point for survival. I hope we can succeed too."
Hearing these words, the other six thrones trembled in their hearts.
In the history of the Lingxi tribe, facing the oppression of powerful local tribes, there was a period of migration within the world.
At that time, the Lingxi tribe was not yet the overlord of this world.
Our ancestors left these words in the history books: We will return eventually.
But none of them could say anything like that.
After this migration, the Lingxi people could no longer find their way home.
The little wizard's mood at this moment was also extremely complicated.
Although this is just a game, the emotions of these NPCs are so real that he can't help but empathize with them.
Looking up at the sky, I saw that it was torn into a crack across the sky like a rag.
Through the cracks, one can see colorful chaotic turbulence, and the collapse of the entire world intensified at this moment.
Apocalypse City is the tombstone before the collapse of this world.
Countless blood-red chains trembled violently, forcibly restraining the origin of the world that was scattered all over the sky.
Amber light flows like rivers flowing into the sea, converging into a boiling vortex of energy in the center of the city.
The entire foundation of the city began to glow.
The Lingxi Clan has not yet mastered the method of creating rules, so all they can do is extract the origin of the world and take it away.
Two days later.
When the last force of the world's origin was injected, the land of Apocalypse City shrank into a world's origin land with a diameter of one hundred miles.
The Eight Kings merged with the super beasts, suspended in the air, looking at the sparkling and glittering land beneath their feet, and the nebula-like energy flowing in some areas.
The land of Apocalypse City has transformed into the seed of the world.
The future of the Lingxi tribe will also be based on this and embark on a new journey.
"go!"
As the Shadow King finished speaking, the huge teleportation array suddenly started up.
Space begins to distort.
At the last moment, they saw the entire spiritual world collapse like a broken eggshell.
The original land that carries the spark of civilization turned into streams of light and shot into the cracks in space along with them.
The moment they entered the space channel, the eight kings felt some kind of ancient gaze at the same time, which made them shudder.
It seemed that in the next second, they would be destroyed under this gaze.
But this feeling of being watched was fleeting and it was a false alarm.
Their eyes were fixed on the land beneath their feet, which was emitting sparkling light.
This is the last ark of the Lingxi tribe, and it is also a drifting bottle carrying the memory of the entire Lingxi civilization.
The space crack behind him became narrower during the transmission process.
The eight kings turned around and looked at the end of the rift, looking back at their homeland for the last time.
The spiritual world has completely collapsed, and the debris slowly sinks into the eternal void and darkness.
The original land that was teleported along with them burst into unprecedented light at this moment.
Carrying the flame of civilization, it flies towards the distant unknown like a bright star.
(End of this chapter)