No matter how Hao Ren speculated, he could not figure out what decision the Creation Goddess had made during the final three days before her fall. A deity who had once created all the beings in the universe, loved studying the truths of the world, and devoted nearly all her energy to exploration and learning—when she was driven into a desperate corner by the children she had created with her own hands, she had only had time to do one thing. That thing had to be of immense importance. Yet she had chosen to create a Source Blood creature possessing tremendous power and advanced intelligence, then send it onto the ships of those rebellious children. Was she trying to take revenge on them? Was she trying to destroy the rebel fleet? Or had she still foolishly hoped, at the last moment, that she could reason things out with her children, and thus sent an envoy?
None of those possibilities seemed very likely. By the time Vivian had been sent to the Rebel Warship, the interstellar barrier had already been breached, and the rebellious children might even have begun bombarding the Founding Star. No matter what Vivian did, it would already have been too late to turn the situation around. More importantly, Vivian had only shown her face aboard the rebel ship. She had stayed there for less than a few minutes before hurriedly leaving for the Outer World. There was no sign that she had been there to do anything at all.
Vivian remained silent, her mind turning thoughts that others would have found difficult to guess. Finally, she suddenly raised her head and stared straight at Raven 12345. "If I directly absorb those evil spirits, can I find my memories?"
"Didn't I already tell you? That would be extremely