The Source

Within a dark space, more than a dozen shadows appeared one after another. Although they all had something resembling a standing form, their disgusting, eight-legged appearances made it difficult to classify them as humanoid creatures.

At that moment, the dozen or so shadows were also communicating rapidly.

"The civilization fault line created by the Overlord War back then has resurfaced, and the completely lost ancient genes have appeared. What are we still hesitating about?"

"That's right. We thought they had all been destroyed by the Dimension Devourer. We never expected there to be survivors!"

"It was precisely because of our gene-completion project that the other Seventh-Tier Civilizations formed a tacit alliance against us. This time, we have to be careful."

"We're no longer existences at the peak of the Seventh Tier. After the fault line emerged, we haven't even fully crossed the threshold of the Seventh Tier. Strictly speaking, we're still only between the Sixth and Seventh Tiers."

"There are more than five civilizations capable of suppressing us individually. We really shouldn't take the risk."

"But all our previous cautious plans have failed. The divine race has appeared there, and it's hard to say whether some Seventh-Tier Civilization is spying on our legacy."

"..."

The discussion was extremely heated. The factions were clearly divided, yet no one could convince anyone else.

The leading shadow, however, was the largest of them all and had the most claws. It remained silent the entire time. Only after the argument had reached its White Heat did it finally speak.

"We were too arrogant back then, and ended up provoking a mass attack. This time, we need allies."

His words indeed drew a wave of agreement.

"We all agreed on that before. The most important thing for us is to recover the ancient genes and