Zhao Xianyu died peacefully.
Or rather, he died with great dignity. He had not allowed the Demons, Devils, and Monsters to fight their way to him and capture him. Instead, he chose to end his own life upon that enormous divine throne.
The moment he died, the Mountain God Civilization vanished completely, and the last trace of hope that the gods of this world had left within him transformed into three stars that shot into the sky.
Yes, this was the true origin of the Fragments of Hope.
If the world civilization Zhang Yang guarded also met such an end, three to five Stars of Hope would rise as well, like dandelion seeds searching for a new chance to sprout and grow.
These Stars of Hope were complete and radiated multicolored light. They were the greatest legacy of a civilized world—and the legacy Zhao Xianyu had left behind.
When alien races invaded and waged war, when civilizations competed for supremacy, what they were often fighting over was precisely these Stars of Hope in the final stage.
Their value was immense. Most importantly, they could repair a civilization's decryption progress bar.
The purpose of Zhao Xianyu's final connection and call with Zhang Yang had actually been to give him at least one Star of Hope.
That was also one of the reasons Zhang Yang had risked staying behind.
At this moment, every living being in the entire world sensed the Stars of Hope. The native inhabitants in particular, no matter what they were doing, could not help bursting into tears. That sorrow was impossible to describe in words. It was the loneliness and terror of losing their homeland, losing their native soil, and losing their civilization.
But to the alien races, Zhang Yang included, this was an enormous opportunity.
He could