Although the Data Terminal's mouth was annoyingly persistent, one had to admit that it always managed to sum things up accurately. The shocking conspiracy in the Dream Plane ten thousand years ago, as well as the world-ending disaster that followed, could actually be summed up in one sentence: the crime of matricide.
The giant probably hadn't been lying. Of course, even if he hadn't lied, what he knew might not have been the whole truth, but that didn't affect the fact that the general outline of the incident was clear and reliable. At least for now, no one could be more authoritative than the Guardian of that time. Hao Ren looked at the silent people around him and felt an odd, heavy, uneasy atmosphere filling the air. Although the entire Great Hall was quiet, invisible currents of unrest were brewing beneath that silence.
Before that unrest could erupt, he stood up. "I know most of you find this hard to believe, so feel free to ask about the details. But aside from that, don't bother asking me to verify the authenticity of these materials or anything like that. I'm only relaying what I was told. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."
Archbishop Aubin raised his eyelids. The runes on his face shimmered with a faint light, and his voice was calm. "Do you know what these truths mean?"
"God is dead. For a religious sect, that's probably the most devastating blow of all," Hao Ren sighed. "I can guess the other consequences too. For example, the Return Sect is the true faith, the sins of mortals have yet to be judged, and the Radiant doctrine is twisted and false... Tsk, when you put it that way, we may actually have to admit that those heretics were