Battle of Vilsert (I)

At this moment, the insect swarm above the city had already been cleared out, and the Lancer silently hovered above the obelisk.

On the top floor of the obelisk, inside that enormous room.

As they looked at the Stasis Pod currently thawing before them, as well as the legendary first-generation Saintess, everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Zi Ling had already learned from the Great Elder about the exceedingly perilous condition of Zi Luo, the only other Saintess besides herself to inherit the title in the past fifteen thousand years.

Perhaps this truly was an extremely dangerous situation by the Tarak Civilization's technological standards, but for the current Zi Ling, it was not much of a problem.

"Beep. Stasis Pod unsealing progress: 70%!"

"Beep. Stasis Pod unsealing progress: 90%!"

"Beep. Stasis Pod unsealing progress: 99%!"

"Stasis Pod unsealing complete. Opening hatch!"

With a bang, the Stasis Pod's transparent hatch opened, and a great deal of mist spread out.

"Quick, scan the Saintess's physical condition!"

Seeing the Stasis Pod hatch open, the Great Elder immediately shouted.

"There's no need!"

However, before the scientists nearby could respond, Zi Ling's voice reached their ears.

Zi Ling had already arrived at Zi Luo's side. The woman before her, who could be considered her descendant, had a face ninety percent similar to her own, stirring something within Zi Ling's heart.

After all, Zi Ling's relatives had long since left this world. Before a civilization reached a certain height, fifteen thousand years was a span of time no one could resist.

As for Zi Luo, who had inherited Zi Ling's title as Saintess and become the second Saintess in Tarak Civilization history, Zi Ling could even sense a faint blood connection from her. It made her instinctively regard Zi Luo as a younger sister rather than