Angel God Race, Entering the Central Control Room

"Yes, yes, you guessed right!"

Douluo's dejection came quickly and went just as quickly. It was already spirited again.

Qian Chaoguang asked again, "So, did I remain on some Blue Star within this universe for some reason, or did I accidentally return here from outside this universe?"

This time, Douluo was clearly somewhat hesitant.

After being stunned for several seconds, it said, "There is too little information. I can't determine that. Back then... although the situation was urgent, the empire should already have... It shouldn't have happened like this."

The familiar censored words again.

Yet Qian Chaoguang could still connect the fragments and vaguely infer a few things.

The other party probably meant that the Six-winged Angel Civilization had fled wholesale, right?

He just did not know why they had done so.

That was something he could not piece together from context.

But clearly, Douluo knew the reason. It was simply censored.

Since higher-level permissions were needed to lift the confidentiality measures, he just had to find a way to raise them.

Compared with learning secrets that were of no help to the current situation, Qian Chaoguang was more interested in what Douluo, this Mainframe, could actually do now.

For example, could it produce some kind of planet-destroying cannon and aim it at the God Realm to blast the hell out of it?

With that in mind, Qian Chaoguang asked Douluo a few more questions and carried out some in-depth discussion and exchange.

After a round of conversation between the father and son—definitely father and son—Qian Chaoguang more or less figured out several things through Douluo's explanations and his own guesses.

The Six-winged Angel Civilization truly consisted entirely of beings at the True God level.

This civilization formed a vast civilization that ruled the entire universe—the Sacred Empire.

Moreover, because