Tang Qi had wanted to ask Mother Goddess what exactly had erased the existence or power of the Bellamon Civilization.
But the moment Mother Goddess finished speaking, a new scene of reality seamlessly emerged.
This time, it was no longer a dazzling galactic civilization, but a primitive planet brimming with vigorous life, with no trace of "civilization" upon it.
There were no nations, no city-states, only vast numbers of primitive Life Forms.
And some humanoid Life Forms possessed intelligence and had begun forming settlements—relatively primitive, savage races.
They had just returned from a successful hunt, lit bonfires, butchered and cooked their prey, danced around the flames, fed their newborn young... They could not yet be called a civilization. They were merely the seed of one.
No one could predict what kind of intelligent races and civilizations this planet would nurture after countless Years.
But regrettably, they too vanished in the next instant.
Like the Bellamon Civilization, they were erased without leaving any trace behind.
Before Mother Goddess's voice could arrive, even more scenes appeared.
Around the bizarre Ship of Fools were worlds, races, civilizations, cities, even individual Life Forms... Tang Qi, Stana, and the Yog Worms seemed to be within the true Boundless Mystery, randomly selecting corners of the mystery to display.
The three of them truly wished that were the case.
But they all knew it was not.
Every "true scene" displayed was in fact a victim of the Boundless Mystery's cruelest punishment.
There were too many. Far too many.
Tang Qi could not count them, nor could the Next God of Time.
They could try their best to convince themselves that those were "illusions."
But they all knew the truth: they were real.
At this moment, the Ship of Fools abruptly sailed into a new city.
The