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"Turn these dead Cosmic Membranes from death back into life!"

"And once these prehistoric membranes, which possess wills, are awakened, who should put them on? When the dead are reborn and descend, they must have vessels in the present world."

Bai Suo looked at the 2.8 billion permanent councilors around him. "Are you willing?"

All the permanent councilors were utterly shocked.

He wanted them to use their own lives to put on those prehistoric tombstones one after another, becoming vessels to awaken all the heroes and outstanding figures throughout history.

Bai Suo spoke:

"We are about to fall, and the two organizations are approaching their end. It is time for us to carry our mission through to the very end."

"Bai Suo, you mustn't!" one permanent councilor cried out urgently.

"This is our mission." God King Bai Suo said coldly, "I am merely one generation of Bai Suo Mecha Masters. After I die, there will be the next generation of Bai Suo. After you die, there will be the next generation of you."

He faced the billions of members around him, his voice as heavy as a bell, ringing into the ears of every member.

"The times change. Physical principles and chemical equations change as well. There is no eternal you or me—only the spirit of a school that endures forever. If we cling to life and fear death before us, losing the spirit of seeking truth that we once possessed, then being alive is no different from being dead."

"If you do not even dare to participate in this grand age, this gathering of heroes from time immemorial, and are unwilling to offer your lives to witness the truth, then what use is there in living?"

"You are all old. Do you still think you can compete with the