Chapter Three Grand Plans
While Gao Gong was absorbed in reading, the white-bearded old man wandered outside the library by himself. Looking at the bizarre vacuum of space, the planets that resembled countless eyeballs, and the darkness so dense it was unimaginable, he muttered to himself.
"Silent One, what exactly are you planning?"
Before long, he saw streaks of radiance resembling pillars supporting the heavens sweep across the sky above the Abyss Library.
These streaks of radiance had clearly exceeded the limits of time. Compared with the Bureau of Investigation's civilization light, which could drive away the strange, they were even more bizarre.
That was because countless bizarre arms struggled to reach out from the light pillars, as if the radiance itself were composed of countless bizarre Olden Days.
"Those Continuum Walkers? It's rare to see those old things come out."
Just as Silent One had said, this universe had yet to evolve a civilization faction, but that did not mean it had failed to evolve civilization-level strangeness.
For example, the light pillars reaching from heaven to earth before him were the work of another top-level carbon-based civilization's strangeness—the Continuum Walkers.
The white-bearded old man suddenly felt uneasy.
Without a word, he hurriedly turned around and returned to the Abyss Library.
He then saw complete chaos. Countless books were scattered across the floor, their pages open as civilization knowledge flowed inward like streaks of light.
Without the suppression of the "technology tree," many Olden Days, and even Great Olden Days, tried to manifest their true forms. However, they were affected by the mysterious aura filling the vacuum and could not move.
The farther inward the white-bearded old man went, the stronger the "aura" he felt became.
At last, he saw the core of the aura—the figure pointing at the ground