Hao Ren and the others had no intention of staying on this planet for long, because the upcoming reconstruction work could all be entrusted to the wise ancient spirits. The Giant Turtle Rock Platform silently left the landing platform, circled once outside the needle-tower forest of Soul Suppressing City, and then slowly rose into the sky. Hao Ren turned the external monitor's view toward the surface and took one last look at this world that was about to be reborn.
He saw Soul Suppressing City, wreathed in thunder, resembling a crown of thorns nailed into the earth. In the center of the crown, enormous Firstborn tentacles could be vaguely seen connecting to the needle towers. Around the high-tech city were scattered white felt tents, where the primitive tribespeople had begun putting down roots around this incomprehensible "City of Divine Miracle," preparing to embark on an unprecedented journey of civilizational revival. Along the foreseeable trajectory of the future, the world's natives would gather here from every corner of the planet. The people of the lost Solar Dynasty would receive the teachings of their ancestral spirits here, cast off their ignorance, and return to civilization.
Soul Suppressing City, meanwhile, would stand here for countless years, watching over the planet until the day of its end.
He was gratified that, this time, he had finally not played the role of a mourner. Instead, he had watched a civilization set out on the road to revival. Although the process had been a little less stirring, it was still better than bringing another gravestone home.
As the Giant Turtle Rock Platform passed through the planet's outer crust, it saw the spectacular sight of the Fialli working at full speed. Hundreds and thousands of dazzling white beams stabbed toward the ground like punitive light descending from