The Trisolaran Civilization believed that the "Psychic Power" they had mastered was the "key" to advancing their civilization to the next stage.
But little did they know that this "key" opened not the door to the future, but a path destined to end in destruction.
Luo Ji had experienced the horrors of the Warp and Chaos firsthand.
In his soul form, he had also witnessed the order embodied by a being who harbored nothing but malice toward life, deep within the surging High Heavens.
The ruins beneath his feet were the best example of what could happen.
Humanity had summoned Daemons from the Warp in its pursuit of power. A disaster on a relatively small scale had caused hundreds of thousands of casualties.
And if Alvin hadn't stepped in to bail them out at the last moment... Luo Ji couldn't imagine what would have become of humanity's civilization, built over hundreds of thousands of years, if Frederick Taylor's scheme had succeeded!
The Trisolaran Civilization had stolen from foolish humanity the authority to reach the "God-level Civilization."
Psychic Power—what a marvelous force!
Its diversity, versatility, and seemingly limitless applications were more than enough to let a Level Three civilization leap several levels in a short time.
But at what cost?
The Trisolarans—and their entire civilization—couldn't see the price of this force. It seemed to promise hope for their civilization, but destruction lurked behind it.
Back to the original topic.
The Trisolarans believed they had used foolish Frederick Taylor.
But was that really what had happened?
In Frederick Taylor's vision, he would become humanity's savior, perfectly merging humanity and the Trisolarans to create a perfect society of living beings, free from division, war, and suspicion.
In the Trisolaran Civilization's strategy, they had exploited Frederick Taylor's greed, using it to dig deeper and