Zhou Hong had just heard a magnificent story. Its protagonist was the First Goddess of Beauty and the ancient elven civilization she had created. This ancient elven civilization ranked even higher than the two Ascended civilizations at war. It was a true advanced civilization—a seventh-level civilization!
It was a super-civilization capable of artistically wielding the universe's ultimate truths and the power of dimensional origins.
Its opponent was likewise an ancient destruction civilization, and one ranked quite highly among the destruction civilizations—the Destruction Civilization.
The ancient elven civilization used its entire civilization as a "bow," plucking the "strings" of the universe's structure to play a magnificent "symphony of existence." It attempted to soothe and transform the Destruction Civilization's void wrinkles with ripples of "beauty" and "order." The Destruction Civilization, meanwhile, fought back with pure "silence," dragging every melody, every piece of information, and every trace of existence they touched into eternal stillness.
In the end, after the two sides remained locked in stalemate for hundreds of millions of years, they perished together.
No. "Perished together" was merely the ancient elf's way of putting it. According to the other's description of the Destruction Civilization, "destruction" had always been that civilization's ultimate objective.
As Zhou Hong listened to the other's story, he was also distractedly browsing the forum.
As a "memory-deficient person," as the other called him, he could actually confirm his "true identity" through the information on the forum—
A gamer whose username was "Plane."
So, was he playing a game within a game?
He glanced through the recent chat history and found that he had been chatting with a player named "I Am Big Muscle." Judging by the tone, they seemed fairly familiar with each other.
"Boss Plane, how many dungeon worlds have you farmed over there? I've only done twenty