Crash!
The car was still moving, while the thick fog in the surrounding corridor continuously streamed backward.
Meanwhile, Nokron and the others listened to the "radio station" in the car.
"They're arguing again."
That day, Sylvie listened to the public debates and lectures of the various Ancient God factions. She felt that this Golden Core had a point, then felt that the other Crystal Core had a point.
For a moment, it was as though she had glimpsed a dazzling world, leaving her eyes dazzled and confused.
"Wow! These reformists from the Crystal Core Universes are vicious! They've cursed the other factions until they're covered in blood, and even tore down the walls of several Crystal Wall Worlds to parade them through the streets, claiming that Crystal Walls are an unreasonable cosmic structure!"
Li Qing shook his head. "They're all lunatics—extreme madmen. Ignore them."
"True."
Sylvie sat in the car and switched to another radio station.
After all, times were changing with each passing day, and all kinds of thunderous information networks had become even more advanced.
Surely no one genuinely thought that the era had remained so primitive all this time?
Did they really think the Mythological Universe had spent billions of years living in a tribal urban civilization of slash-and-burn farming?
It had brought together the crystallization of countless worlds—wizards, technology, martial arts, apocalypses, and more.
Its current networking methods were countless tens of thousands of times more advanced than those of Earth's era.
And Li Qing had the most authority to speak on this, because it was this Ancient God of Light who had perfected the new method of lightspeed transmission and turned the universe into a cosmic village.
His contributions were immeasurable.
"Alas, the more I think about it, the greater I realize I am. I