When you suddenly learned that you had been swept into the turbulence of time, that ten thousand years had passed in the world you knew, and that everything you had experienced was already history from ten thousand years ago, anyone would have fallen into immense contradiction and confusion—and the Guardians were no exception.
Muru told the Temple Guard what he knew. The latter found this shocking fact difficult to accept, but he knew that the race of giants created by Mother would never deceive their own kind, so the news was at least seventy to eighty percent credible. The giant forcefully propped himself up and sat straight, his gaze falling on Hao Ren. "So... this is the descendant of those wretches ten thousand years later?"
Hao Ren helplessly spread his hands. "To be honest, I've explained it to Muru many times. I'm a native Earthling, and I really don't share much blood with the wretches you mentioned. I don't know what went wrong either, but Earthlings somehow have an aura similar to those wretches in your eyes."
Muru nodded. "Yes, he's right. In theory, his origins are clean, but his aura really does carry the flavor of those rebels. There are many extraterrestrial species on the planet where he lives, having fled there because of cosmic disasters. The mixed bloodlines probably came from that."
"Cosmic disasters?" The Temple Guard suddenly realized that there were many words he could not understand. The outside world had already been turned upside down without his knowledge.
"The collapse of the Wall of Reality, the mass deaths of Mother's creations, some Guardian Giants and Source Blood Guardians going mad and losing control, and all sorts of strange things happening on many planets." As Muru spoke, he stood and forcefully helped his battered fellow tribesman to