His Mechanical Arm moved slowly through the air:
"After integrating human genes, mechanical cores, and adaptive modifications from certain ascended races.
We finally found a way to deceive the disaster..."
"What way?"
"Alter death!"
Amid his seemingly gentle explanation, the old man gave Su Wen an utterly horrifying term,
"If an entire civilization entered a dormant state of death.
Would the Source of Destruction directly determine that we had reached our end?"
At that moment,
upon hearing him utter such a blasphemous term, moonlight marks suddenly appeared in Jiang Menghan's palm.
She sensed something profoundly wrong:
"What exactly did you do?"
The iceberg-like girl voiced an incomparably cold challenge. She had even decided that, based on the answer she heard next, she would determine whether to flee this place immediately.
But when he saw her reaction,
the old man spread his mouth wide, stretching it to a terrifying angle. Yet what followed was booming laughter:
"If you have already seen the image of Empress Lucia Ferdinand,
then there is no need to worry,
because:
you are us."
?????
"A group of accidental intruders,
if you do not even know that.
Then perhaps I understand now: the newborn civilization belonging to you, emerging countless years after my death, must still be extremely young."
The old man smiled and shook his head.
He no longer intended to frighten Su Wen.
Instead, he manipulated the phantom projection toward an enormous star chart analysis station, then pulled up a comparison map of the entire starfield:
"If civilizations are reborn again and again amid destruction and war,
have you ever wondered?
Why have the structures of these star charts—or rather, these starfields—not changed all that drastically?"
Hearing that, Su Wen began silently considering it.
The wreckage of the Aquarius Silver Ring.
Its existence truly could