Epochs came to an end and restarted; civilizations were born and perished.
But newborn civilizations were ultimately not the civilizations of old. They were merely new life born atop fallen corpses, nothing more.
Perhaps someone would discover a few scattered words left behind by a previous civilization, but they likely would not pay them much heed.
A million years was far too long. Few creatures could survive for such an immense span of time; perhaps only those mysterious sea demons and dragons would remember.
These fragments of history revealed a corner of the ancient civilization's former prosperity, while also proving an undeniable fact—although they had likewise arisen from Tianlan Continent, compared to the pioneers of old, they fell far short.
It was not because they had lacked time to develop.
According to the records in ancient texts, the current epoch was already nearing its end, yet they remained bound to the earth.
Civilization was declining.
This was a fact Wen Tianji did not wish to face, yet had no choice but to confront. Had the Demon Emperor not reminded him, he would not even have considered this possibility.
'A surprising conclusion. What should we do?'
Only after a long while did Wen Tianji reply to the Demon Emperor, asking for his opinion on the matter as well.
Since civilization was declining, it certainly needed to be resolved. The footsteps of Epochal Changes had never ceased; although a new epoch would arrive, it held no meaning whatsoever for them.
'I don't know.'
The Demon Emperor answered quickly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
'Uh... I mean, what do you think about this?'
'No opinion. I can't make sense of it anyway, so I'll leave it to you people to solve.'
The Demon Emperor's attitude was remarkably