The Black Tide?
Jiang Qiao listened in silence, pondering. So the Black Tide mentioned in the [Simulator] must have been the first great calamity of the Nether Era. Most of his own talents had also come from the elites of that era.
This feeling... was rather strange.
But there was one problem.
"Ruyi Yuanjun" had called herself a "Fated Person." It seemed that the [Simulator] had once belonged to someone else in history as well. Yet he had no idea what connection there was between the two.
Or what purpose it served.
But most likely.
The [Simulator] had been created by the top experts of his homeland in that era.
He did not ask aloud.
He continued listening silently as Yang Ling spoke.
"After the first great calamity ended, everything remained peaceful for many years—at least several thousand, I'd say. After my first reincarnation, I descended at the end of that era."
Yang Ling continued.
"But I was born in a Small World."
"It wasn't here."
"So I don't know much about what happened here either. You know that Small World. It was at the edge of the escape tunnel, and sooner or later, it would be pulled back to the homeland."
"So everyone wanted to pack up and run."
"But unfortunately."
"All the top experts followed the Path of Incense and Fire. They couldn't simply leave."
"Later on."
"The City Gods split apart."
"A war broke out as well."
"There was all sorts of alliance-building and intrigue in the middle of it. One faction allied with the Mountain Ghosts and ultimately killed everyone from the other faction."
At this point.
Jiang Qiao nodded slightly.
So.
In the true history without his interference, the City Gods who had allied with Fengyin Mountain had emerged victorious.
"What happened afterward?" Jiang Qiao