No matter how horrific the disaster that had occurred here ten thousand years ago, and no matter what kind of Chaos power had once shrouded this planet, it had now become a place of eternal peace—at least for the planet's native life.
After resetting the entire ecosystem, the Firstborn seemed to wither away as if its mission had been completed. Hao Ren didn't know whether this "withering" was some kind of preset procedure. They would need to find a third planet that had been corrupted by a Firstborn to confirm it. But at least on Tanagrus, the Firstborn had become a mass of remains spreading across the entire planet. Its body, rich in nutrients and primal energy, nourished the third-generation ecosystem, while its powerful soul energy vanished along with the withering of its flesh. Hao Ren used his newly acquired soul vision to observe the sky, but found no trace of the Firstborn's mental power.
On this ravaged yet slowly recovering planet, only the electromagnetic waves of the Wrath Spirits drifted unconsciously through the air. The ancient dead souls that had lost themselves could recall the once-glorious Tanagrus civilization only occasionally in their mutterings. These Wrath Spirits would become violent only when outsiders invaded the planet, or when they themselves were transported into the real world through ancient spatial rifts. Here, however, so long as no one disturbed them, they were unbelievably peaceful.
"Wrath Spirits are a kind of garbled signal—disordered electromagnetic waves containing a vast amount of data. If we build enough 'broadcast' towers on this planet, we may be able to redirect all that chaotic energy," Hao Ren said as he led everyone away from the ruins of the city hall. He stood on a nearby low hill and gazed at the distant mountains. "That would solve the