After ending the call, Mr. Turing silently set down the can of soda. He looked out at the darkening sky as the Main Boat sailed in.
The arrival of the New Era was inevitable for humanity.
To soar, one first had to learn how to walk with both feet on the ground. It was inevitable that the civilization of the five continents would reach the level of a "starship," where the entire population became Transcendent.
The original intention behind Lion's Awakening Technology was certainly good.
But when such a powerful tool, capable of changing humanity's fate, should be released—and in what manner—would always be a question requiring careful thought.
If the Deep Sea had not launched that massacre, perhaps—
Humanity would have entered the Transcendent Era thirty years ago.
It was quite a coincidence, and deeply ironic. The "universal awakening" that the Deep Sea had desperately tried to achieve was precisely what the Ancient Text Society had always worked to promote. It killed the Ancient Text Society, seeming to draw closer to the finish line, yet the actual result was the complete opposite.
After the Eleventh Upgrade, the Deep Sea had completely enveloped the seven small continents. The Main System now held an absolute monopoly over control. Yang Yun truly could not think of any good way to promote Lion's Awakening Technology under such circumstances.
After entering the Mental World, he no longer wore Cui Zhongcheng's face.
"I fused the Dead Sea Scroll with the Main System. That was how the Deep Sea came into being."
This sea region was unexpectedly vast.
But even as a projection, it made Chu Ling feel a heavy oppression in her chest.
Mr. Turing had already worn too many crowns. "When the butcher's blade fell thirty years ago—"
A wrapped projection of an ancient