He saw the "ancients" cultivating amid the crystal-clear ore layers buried deep underground and exposed by earthquakes, guiding surging Spiritual Energy to batter their own cells, changing the very nature of Carbon-Based Intelligent Lifeforms. They opened their brains as well, linking everyone's minds together through the tremors of the Planetary Magnetic Field.
He saw the wisdom of billions of ancients merge, allowing their entire civilization to advance at breakneck speed. In just a few centuries, they leaped from the Bronze Age to the Information Age, developing incomparably precise and colossal spacecraft that left their Homeworld like wandering bursts of Fireworks, taking firm steps into the vast, boundless, dazzling, and treacherous universe.
No, more accurately, he did not "see" it. Countless streams of information erupted from the gleaming skull before him like a volcanic eruption, crashing violently into the depths of Meng Chao's soul.
Meng Chao realized that his thousands upon thousands of reincarnations had finally borne fruit.
He had passed the test of the "ancients"—or rather, the Radiant Will. Those ten thousand suns that destroyed everything would no longer appear above Dragon City and the whole civilization.
Yet Meng Chao, who had finally changed everything, still felt neither wild ecstasy nor the relief of a heavy burden lifted.
—After so many reincarnations, after playing the role of commander and even god, after manipulating the entire civilization, Meng Chao's emotions had long since been worn away.
At this moment, he felt only the exhaustion and tranquility of "it's finally over."
The glowing skull, condensed from billions of motes of light and containing all the mysteries of the Primordial Civilization, slowly opened its eyes and gazed deeply at Meng Chao.
Countless transparent, cable-like tentacles extended from its mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, reaching toward Meng Chao.
Meng Chao understood what it meant.