A chain of mutual questions and answers sparked by the First Awareness Society further ignited the discussion.
Ran Ming had originally wanted to use this opportunity to clarify some basic questions about the First Awareness Society, but he quickly discovered that it was extremely difficult to steer the topic back to the First Awareness Society. Too few people knew about it, yet the period when the First Awareness Society had emerged, as Tai Yu pointed out, happened to be one of the eras everyone was focused on.
So everyone gathered around the final millennium of the Calamity Era—more precisely, those mere 371 turbulent, stirring, despairing years in Tianyuan from the Two Star Gate Battle to the Battle of the River Styx. You voiced your views, I voiced mine, and before long, it became a complete mess.
You said what the Lord of Silent Extinction should have done during the Two Star Gate Battle; I said the Radiant Light Ancestral Court and the Senate should have disbanded a thousand years earlier.
You said targeting the Dream Divine Abomination had been a mistake from the start; I said that since it was a gamble anyway, why not gamble big?
You said Liang Lu and the big shots in the Battle of the River Styx had been too extreme; I said the Lord of Silent Extinction had failed precisely because he had not been extreme enough.
You furiously mocked that if they had truly gone to extremes, Great Lord Lu Ande's branch would have been fucking wiped out long ago; I wailed that these suffocating days were worse than being wiped out, and total annihilation might have been the better deal.
By the end, the discussion—or argument—had long since spread beyond this one table. Other veteran attendees in the front courtyard plaza began