Besides, if the Turan Civilization of old truly possessed technology more advanced than twenty-second-century Earth—technology capable of controlling the "Transmigration Engine," roaming the sea of stars, using unimaginable materials to construct thousand-meter-tall yet crooked buildings, and creating Ultimate Individual Soldier Weapons that could transform at will and repair themselves—
Then how had such a powerful and glorious civilization gradually fallen to its present state, able to rely only on clan rule and nearly reduced to eating raw meat and drinking blood?
Leaving everything else aside, just looking at the modern Turan People, half-human and half-beast, no different from jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, Meng Chao did not believe this was what the Ancient Turan People had wanted to see.
Facts had long proven that sharp claws and fangs alone did nothing to advance civilization. On the contrary, they were symbols of weakness.
What, exactly, had caused the Turan Civilization to keep degenerating?
Since Dragon City, like City of Falling Stars, had been transported wholesale to the Otherworld, would the degeneration and collapse of the Turan Civilization be repeated among Earthlings?
What lessons could the Turan Civilization's fate as a cart before the horse offer Dragon City Civilization?
And then, and then, what exactly was the Holy Light Faction?
If the Holy Light Human Race, like Earthlings and Turan Orcs, were not Another World Natives but had been summoned here by the "Transmigration Engine"—
How had they forgotten that they came from the depths of the starry sea, instead treating the Otherworld as the center of the sea of stars, the only place that truly existed?
And what exactly was the so-called "Holy Light" that they worshipped on bended knee, that tightly enveloped the entire Otherworld, and that, in Meng Chao's memories of his previous life, had destroyed Turanze and Dragon