Just as the evil forces were about to strike along the path of divine consciousness.
The chronicler made the most decisive decision, completely severing and abandoning this wisp of divine consciousness that transcended space.
Divine consciousness was extinguished instantly under the cover of darkness, like a gecko shedding its tail to survive.
Suddenly, a tearing sensation originating from the very source of one's soul came over me.
However, it successfully broke free from the power that the Soul Beast was using to erode it through the connection of divine consciousness, and its consciousness retreated in a sorry state to the other side of the Spatial Rift.
They eventually returned to the sea of civilization.
Still shaken, it suddenly realized what kind of being had attacked it.
This is a special kind of life directly conceived and generated by rules.
At the level of life, its life structure is more perfect than that of the Mingshi clan.
A normal living being that has absorbed the memories of many other living beings will inevitably fall into a state of confusion where it cannot recognize itself.
The more it devours, the more chaotic its memories become.
The Mingshi Clan also possesses the ability to devour, but this devouring process removes many components.
For example, the emotions and memories of living beings.
But life governed by rules is supported by a unique life structure.
This explains why that evil creature, after devouring billions of lives and merging countless chaotic memories and extreme emotions, did not succumb to madness or self-collapse due to the massive flood of information.
Instead, they integrated and refined all resources into a controllable war force.
The life structure based on the fundamental rules makes devouring and fusion as natural for them as eating for ordinary creatures.
No matter how much they devour, their core consciousness will never change.
Everything from the outside will ultimately become nourishment for strengthening the origin, and will not shake the foundation of its existence.
He escaped by sheer luck, but the chronicler's consciousness trembled slightly with lingering fear.
The Demigod Realm monster that suddenly attacked seemed to have no concept of fear, nor any thought of weighing the pros and cons.
Its operational logic seems to consist only of the most primal instinct to devour, an extreme desire for higher energy sources, and absolute obedience to the orders of the behind-the-scenes war.
This means that if he hadn't decisively abandoned his divine sense and fled, choosing instead to fight against it...
Even the slightest display of power for deterrence or retaliation will immediately provoke the other side to fight to the death, regardless of the cost.
Simply because it can be swallowed.
As for the cost, perhaps the other party, or even the forces behind them, don't care at all.
Such precious, high-level life forms were actually used as expendable soldiers in war.
It was unimaginable just how insane the forces behind this were.
Throwing such a boundless, almost immortal life form into a meat grinder-like battlefield is like firing a divine weapon as a disposable arrow—it's a desecration of power.
It is also a kind of waste of resources that makes its scalp tingle and cannot be estimated.
But then it thought of the Black Tide among the three forces, and suddenly it understood.
The fact that they can contend with the Black Tide Legion proves that this force also has a terrifying efficiency in consuming resources.
They can be as fearless of death as the Black Tide.
In fact, this applies to all three parties.
Through Berserk wars, they crush and devour each other, drawing power from the logic of some unknown rules.
This explains why the three forces didn't care about sacrifices at all.
Even if a large number of our own elite troops are killed every minute and every second, the war will not stop.
Because none of the three parties care.
Even Demigod Realm are merely expendable on this battlefield.
Therefore, it can be concluded that behind these three forces, there must be God Realm combat power, or even more than one.
Behind the Black Tide Legion, there is most likely a king at the God Realm in charge.
Having thought this through, it completely abandoned the idea of turning the power at the source of the Teleportation Array array into Civilization Space.
How foolish that idea seems now.
Although the Mingshi clan is powerful, it has not yet grown to this level.
If they were to actually make a move, they would likely be drawn into the millstone of a three-way conflict, and be strangled and swallowed by the endless waves of war.
The unusual circumstances discovered during this exploration go far beyond the scope of "abnormal intrusion".
It involves a higher level of terrifying forces that threaten the very foundation of the Mingshi Clan.
None of these three parties are currently within the capabilities of the Mingshi Clan to contend with.
But what it didn't understand was what connection these three forces had with those parasites who had invaded the Crimson Heart Civilization Space.
It is certain that these parasites are connected to these three forces.
But they are not of the same kind.
Whether in terms of power level, life strength, or even life form, the parasites and the three forces have no similarities.
These parasites don't even qualify to enter the three-way battlefield.
So, what exactly are they?
The original plan was to follow the Space Passage and wipe out the entire tribe at the end.
It now appears that this idea is not feasible.
Having personally experienced the horrors of the three-way war, it fears that going there again would attract the attention of all three forces.
If these three forces were to come along the passage, the Ming Shi Clan's sea of civilization would be completely torn apart.
This will severely weaken the growth rate of the Mingshi Clan, leaving them greatly weakened.
But doing nothing is not an option either.
Various ideas collided and intertwined fiercely in the chronicler's mind.
Anger, fear, the urge to destroy, and the caution to survive—complex emotions churned within him.
Directly tracing back to the source and launching a campaign would be tantamount to courting death, and might even bring annihilation upon the Mingshi clan.
The horrific imagery of that three-way war haunted my mind like a nightmare, refusing to leave.
Since the Space Passage cannot be closed from within the Crimson Heart Civilization Space, it can only be closed at its source. Therefore, attempting to close it from within the Civilization Space is clearly not feasible.
Although it can reinforce the spatial structure, this Teleportation Channel Space Passage very strange, as it seems to contain strands of rule-level Spatial Power.
This is not a problem that can be defended by reinforcing the Space Passage.
As for completely closing and Purification the "Crimson Heart" space, while this could eradicate the current problem of parasites, it would also result in the loss of a mature "chronicle chapter."
The cost was also significant, meaning that a stable source of energy derived from the rules was cut off.
However, leaving it unattended is absolutely out of the question.
If these pests are allowed to gnaw away, energy loss and historical pollution will only worsen.
Ultimately, this will also lead to a sharp drop in the value of that space.
Weighing the pros and cons, calculating the risks – countless solutions are deduced and rejected in an instant.
Ultimately, a relatively conservative but safe strategy prevailed.
Since the source cannot be easily eradicated, then we should guard the gates and kill as many as come.
If enough are killed, these parasites will surely retreat in the face of adversity.
Like regularly trimming overgrown weeds, it may be troublesome, but at least it preserves the "historical chapters" themselves.
This also avoids direct conflict with unfathomable forces at the source.
At the same time, it believes that it is necessary to strengthen the monitoring of other Civilization Space.
Once traces of such "worms" are discovered, they must be eradicated as quickly as possible, never given the chance to take root and spread.
This could be a long and drawn-out battle.
It will consume a lot of its energy, but it is currently the safest option.
Before figuring out the exact origins of those "parasites" and their relationship with the three terrifying forces, the Mingshi Clan needs to lie low and exercise caution.
In the Monster World, where powerful races abound, survival is always paramount in the process of climbing to the top.
Only by surviving can we have a future.
Its divine sense swept across the now quiet Crimson Heart space once more.
Consciousness, like an invisible law, is etched into the underlying logic of this space, leaving a Perception imprint as a deep-seated monitoring mechanism.
The chronicler's consciousness then slowly receded from this area.
It returns to the vast ocean of civilization, continuing its observation and vigil.
However, beneath the calm surface lay a heightened sense of vigilance.
The terrifying scene of the three-way battle was still etched deep in his consciousness, lingering there.
The devastating collision that tore through dimensions cast a shadow over its heart.
On such a vast battlefield, ordinary strength has long lost its meaning; once deployed, it will instantly turn into dust and nutrients.
It brought it an unprecedented sense of urgency—even a sense of insignificance.
This is the Monster World.
The path to climb is not rugged, but rather endless.
Thinking he had conquered a mountain peak, he looked up and realized he had only just stepped onto a large rock.
Ahead lay even more magnificent mountains, and even more terrifying figures tumbling and fighting in the clouds.
The aftershocks from each collision of the pools were enough to shatter everything they had painstakingly built into dust.
Today's predator roars and howls, dominating a continent, believing itself to have reached the pinnacle of power.
Perhaps tomorrow it will silently become the dregs that other races will drain of all their nutrients and discard at will.
The line between strong and weak depends on who you are comparing yourself to.
For every civilization in the ocean of civilizations, the end of the world is an insurmountable calamity.
But in the eyes of the Mingshi clan, so-called calamities are nothing more than a plot that is generated at will.
What the Mingshi Clan sees as a calamity might just be a prelude to destruction casually created by some superpower.
The contrast is too great.
To ants, hyenas are a cataclysmic disaster.
In a hyena pack, the male lion is the undisputed king.
The territory guarded by the lion pride may have been just a patch of forest accidentally collapsed while the dragon was asleep, and it may not even have noticed the slight commotion beneath its feet.
The rules a race relies on, the power forged from its accumulated resources, and even the glorious epics it writes are meaningless in the eyes of a higher dimension.
They all share a common characteristic.
They don't analyze the culture or history of "food," they only care about whether the meal is delicious.
At this moment, the chronicler suddenly felt a sense of empathy for the groups within the Civilization Space.
Putting ourselves in their shoes, isn't the Mingshi Clan's position in the Monster World similar to that of a weak race kept in captivity in these Civilization Space?
Perhaps a higher-dimensional being is observing the behavior patterns of the Mingshi Clan in some way that it cannot comprehend.
Savoring the "regulatory energy" they produce.
They use the tortuous growth of captive populations as historical embellishments, and perhaps higher-dimensional beings also regard the growth, efforts, and struggles of the historically significant populations as interesting observational samples.
The more I think about this problem, the more bewildered I feel.
The Monster World is too cruel, allowing no room for naivety or wishful thinking.
Weakness itself is the original sin.
Every breath, every step of growth, is like dancing on a knife's edge, with an endless abyss beneath your feet.
The way an ethnic group disappears is even more unpredictable.
Destruction beyond the realm of comprehension could occur at any moment.
The way a race in the Civilization Space might face destruction is perhaps a single thought of its own historical clan.
Does the Monster World also possess such unimaginable power, capable of easily creating an irresistible apocalyptic catastrophe for the Ming Shi race?
This shows that survival in the Monster World is like a gamble.
It's a gamble that you rise fast enough to have the resources to fight back or run away before more powerful predators notice you.
Or perhaps they're betting that your accumulated resources are strong enough to make you a superpower that graces the dinner table.
A similar special case is recorded in the chronicles of the Mingshi clan.
That race, under the cruel survival rules of the Monster World, wrote an epic of near-legendary rise.
Their names have long Annihilation to the changing times. In the archives of the Mingshi Clan, they have only one code name: the Shedding Serpent Clan.
The origins of this ethnic group were as humble as dust.
When they first arrived, resources were scarce, they were surrounded by powerful enemies, and they had no special talents of their own.
In the scale of the Monster World, they are almost destined to be eliminated or become food for other races.
But the molting snake clan took a completely different path.
They honed their survival skills into the most powerful racial talent.
In the early days, when faced with predators they could not defeat, they never stubbornly fought to the death, but instead learned, imitated, and even Steal with astonishing efficiency.
They greedily analyzed, dismantled, and absorbed everything about the opponent, including their power system, fighting style, and social structure.
Then integrate it into yourself.
Every failure, even every escape, becomes nourishment for their transformation.
Their war architecture also changes rapidly during its development, evolving rapidly with ruthless pragmatism at its core.
Tactics that work today will be completely abandoned without hesitation if they are countered tomorrow, in order to develop more efficient killing methods.
This ethnic group has no traditional constraints or moral Restraint, only the ultimate pursuit of "survival and victory".
The power structure within the group is even more straightforward: the strong rise to power, and the weak are eliminated.
Blood ties and kinship cannot bring any advantage to the next generation.
But the most important factor in this group's rise to power was the favor of luck.
During countless migrations and exiles, they repeatedly found relics and treasures on the verge of extinction, acquiring a wealth of technology and knowledge.
The molting snake clan chose to continue using the gifts of fate as bargaining chips on the next battlefield, betting everything.
In this snowballing manner, it eventually ignited into a raging fire.
Their rise has been incredibly rapid.
Like a snake shedding its skin, each time it breaks free of its old shell, it is accompanied by intense pain.
But with each evolution, it becomes even more ferocious and powerful.
From being weak and humble to taking the initiative, they began to hunt down beings they once looked up to.
Compared to their humble origins, the molting snake race at this stage is worlds apart, having ascended to a completely different level of life.
Ultimately, this weak force became a behemoth with its own set of rules.
This record is regarded by them as an extremely rare exception, a miracle of rise with a slim probability.
But good fortune eventually comes to an end.
Or rather, in the unfathomable dark forest of the Monster World.
When you burn brightly enough, you will inevitably attract attention from a higher dimension than you can imagine.
Just when the molting snakes were full of vigor and thought they had truly embarked on the path to the peak, they encountered the Mingshi Clan.
This encounter brought a cruel harvest.
For the Mud Serpent Clan, the Ming Shi Clan at that time was a catastrophe that came without warning.
Their proud war architecture, forged in countless fires and blood, is nothing but a joke in the face of the Mingshi Clan.
War is an even greater dimensional crushing victory.
When the war ended, the wildfire that the molting serpent clan had started from a glimmer of light ultimately only illuminated their own fate of becoming nourishment for the Mingshi clan.
At the gambling tables of the Monster World, the "Shedding Serpent" clan once won an astonishing amount of chips.
It was able to rise from obscurity and even become a rule-based power at one point.
But what they ultimately encountered was the Mingshi tribe, whom they could not defeat at all.
At this moment, the chroniclers also had similar worries, fearing that their own people might also become pawns in another game.
Every rise may just be a footnote in a grander narrative.
Just as the long rise of the Serpent Clan ultimately condensed into a footnote in the "Chronicle": The glory of the serpent's molt has finally entered my treasury; the tragic chapter serves as a warning.
The Monster World has publicly revealed a bloody path to advancement.
There are too many forces like the Shedding Serpent Clan, who, knowing that the road ahead is littered with corpses and hope is slim, still descend upon them like moths to a flame.
They embarked without hesitation on this Thorns path to the pinnacle of the Monster World.
This type of force can be further divided into two types.
The first scenario is that resources are exhausted, making it impossible for the race to continue developing, so they have no choice but to choose a higher-dimensional world to support their civilization.
The second type, they call: climbers.
The world in which these ethnic groups were born has become a cocoon that Restraint the development of civilization.
The world's land has long been explored to its limits, the upper limit of energy is clearly visible, and the forms of civilization have become solidified and stagnant.
There, they may already be the supreme rulers, standing atop all living beings.
But looking up, one sees a world barrier that stretches to its end.
That kind of power is a kind of suffocating perfection, and also a kind of Deathly Stillness that never progresses any further.
The Mingshi tribe also experienced this kind of suffering.
Once upon a time, they too were confined to a small corner of the world.
Everything in that world was explored to its fullest extent; every inch of land was imprinted with the History Dust; every material was analyzed and utilized to the limits of theory.
They reached the pinnacle of civilization, looking down upon everything they had created, only to find that there was no way forward.
In the Deathly Stillness, emotions can no longer give birth to new colors.
Art, philosophy, technology—all Yu Du have reached a closed loop, lifeless and unable to stir up any waves.
The whole world is like a completely solidified crystal ball.
They were trapped within it, becoming prisoners of their own glory.
This kind of "perfection" is itself the cruelest punishment, bringing with it a growing, maddening nihilism.
This state was once the dream of the Mingshi tribe, and countless tribesmen shed their blood and fought passionately for it.
But now it's a tomb.
Behind the impossibility of climbing lies the absence of any other climbable path.
Everything has an end; even the future is an extension of the past, and nothing will change.
They are a race of historians, not born as indifferent Observers and harvesters.
In the long-forgotten, glorious years, the ancestors of the Mingshi tribe were passionate Explorer, brave warriors who faced the unknown darkness with fear yet still forged ahead, and martyrs who would not hesitate to sacrifice themselves for the continuation of their tribe.
They united as one, bringing together the flame of civilization until they stood at the pinnacle of the world.
This journey is the most glorious and memorable part of the history of the Mingshi tribe.
But when they reached the end, they found that the peak was not as wonderful as they had imagined.
It is this extreme fear of the end, and this strong resistance to nothingness.
Ultimately, this forced the ancestors of the Mingshi clan to tear apart the world's barriers with resolute determination, and plunge headlong into Monster World fraught with danger but also full of infinite possibilities.
Therefore, they can understand why many races that descended upon the Monster World made this choice.
Because they would rather burn to ashes in the blood and fire of the Monster World than rot and wither in the warm bed of their homeland.
Thus, like the Mingshi Clan, they turned their attention to the Monster World.
Carrying a "ticket" accumulated by exhausting the resources of an entire world, and with the meager foundation gained through the sacrifices of countless compatriots, they plunged headlong into this bottomless hunting ground like gamblers betting their entire fortune.
These descending races were well aware that they would most likely become food for other races.
Or perhaps it will become a more powerful civilization, a "text" within a grand historical narrative.
But this, in itself, is seen by many races that have veered into nihilism as proof that they once existed.
Refusing to settle for mediocrity and giving it your all to charge towards the highest goal is undoubtedly a magnificent journey.
Even in defeat, the flames that burst forth in destruction are more dazzling than Eternal solitude.
This has nothing to do with being tragic.
What may seem like a reckless gamble is actually the most rational choice made by these groups after weighing the pros and cons multiple times.
They staked the entire heritage of their community on a near-zero, all- Transcendence opportunity.
Success! From then on, the world is your oyster, and you'll step into the ranks of the true elite.
Stand high and witness the vast scenery, and compete with the most powerful clans for the true pinnacle.
Failure is nothing more than returning to nothingness.
But at least they witnessed true vastness, rather than dying in the gentle cage of their homeland.
The Monster World is a cruel yet fair arena of civilization.
It lays bare its charm to all civilizations.
Inexhaustible resources and wealth, Myriad Phenomena development opportunities, countless regulatory forces—and an unpredictable tomorrow.
It is precisely this unknown that attracts countless groups to follow in its footsteps.
Aside from those small tribes that arrived unexpectedly, this is true for most of the tribes that occupy a corner of the Monster World.
Knowing the risks of the Monster World, they were willing to gamble the survival of their entire civilization on a chance to prove their worth.
Whether the value lies in becoming a hunter or in being a substantial "meal" in the eyes of others.
The Monster World never promised fairness, but it did give all civilizations a new path to move forward.
At this moment, the fear that arose in his heart stirred up the chronicler's grand ambitions that had been dormant for countless years.
The terrifying power of the three-way battlefield—the clash of rules, the burning of stars and the boiling of seas, and the reshaping of order—is both a threat and a magnificent and grand picture unfolding before its eyes.
An indescribable longing grew and burned wildly deep within him.
There is both a fear of the destruction of the tribe and an extreme longing to participate in it.
The Mingshi Clan chose to come to the Monster World, not to live in seclusion and be the overlord of a small area.
They tore apart their homeland's prison and ventured into the Monster World, precisely to witness this boundless vastness and to climb the peaks that require looking up to them.
This world is amazing!
A silent cry echoes in the chronicler's will.
One can imagine that countless unseen wonders will unfold during the climb.
The road ahead will inevitably Thorns with thorns and littered with corpses, but it is also destined to be absolutely magnificent.
Fueled by the rise and fall of countless civilizations under its command, the Mingshi Clan strives to reach even greater heights.
The chronicler's consciousness swept across the sea of civilization around him once more, and a strong ambition for growth ignited in his heart.
That's the ultimate charm of the Monster World.
It will always let you see higher mountains and leave you the opportunity to climb them.
The Mingshi clan gladly accepted this challenge.
Just then, it suddenly noticed that the insect-like figures had reappeared in the Blood Heart space.
The boiling passion in his heart once again transformed into icy killing intent.
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The Origin Altar.
Qi Sheng's mind was churning with the latest information from the Forum.
Discussions about the Civilization Space dungeon have become the hottest mainstream topic these days.
The word "cool" has become the most frequently appearing copy description.
The unrestrained, resource-rich, and experience-boosting "grinding" experience has completely won over the vast number of players.
This is especially true for players who have just graduated from " A-Le Training Camp " and are worried about not being able to find a stable and efficient new hunting ground.
The emergence of Civilization Space is like a pillow for someone who's sleepy.
The monsters inside are endless, their strength is moderate, and most importantly, the rewards are extremely high.
Whether it's the light orbs that fall directly or the Sacrificial Power gained after defeating invading monsters, players find it incredibly satisfying.
Therefore, the Civilization Space instance was quickly recognized by players as another excellent growth springboard and core hunting ground after " A-Le Training Camp ".
Countless player squads and warbands choose this place as their primary location for daily activities.
Efficient monster-killing strategies for different Civilization Space quickly emerged on the Forum.
But along with the ultimate thrill comes an inescapable risk: the Chronicler's cleanup.
Unlike the gatekeeper at A-Le Training Camp, which gives players the opportunity to continue fighting by showing ads, this one is different.
Once it is observed, it will face destruction.
Players generally interpret this sudden annihilation as a special mechanism of the Civilization Space dungeon, where the system does not allow players to endlessly grind in one place.
By regularly cleaning up, the output in the instance is balanced.
However, players didn't seem to mind; they were already used to dying.
However, the most troublesome aspect of this "special mechanism" for players is that it involves clearing items that have a memory.
Once a specific Civilization Space, such as the Blood Heart Civilization Space copy, is marked by the Chronicles and subjected to a large-scale cleanup, it becomes a reality.
The space will then be marked with an invisible "observation" imprint.
From then on, scanning of this Civilization Space replica will become a regular practice.
Many player squads had just teleported and landed, and before they could even take in their surroundings, the annihilating force would instantly descend.
They were sent directly back to the Xiao Hei's Room.
Go in and you'll die; there's absolutely no experience to speak of.
This means that the highlighted Civilization Space has actually been completely closed to players.
Forum users refer to this phenomenon as dungeon cooldown or dungeon lock.
The only solution is to abandon this "dead" copy and, like nomadic tribes, collectively migrate to the next Civilization Space that has not yet been the focus of the chroniclers' attention.
They raced against time to extract as many resources as possible before the next round of cleaning arrived.
According to the Guidance, the Civilization Space possesses 9283 copies.
Of the five currently open dungeons, two have entered a "dungeon cooldown" period, meaning players cannot access them at all.
To be more precise, going in means certain death.
The other three copies, however, have not yet been observed by the chroniclers.
A large number of players rampaged through these three dungeons, frantically exploiting the system.
The Gold Coin Merchant Association has already made a clear statement regarding this issue.
More Civilization Space dungeons will be released gradually, continuing to provide players with opportunities for exciting gameplay.
It is foreseeable that a "war" between players and chroniclers is about to begin.
Players frantically explore new maps, while the Chronicles mark, clean up, and close them one by one.
All players can do is keep migrating and continuing to plunder.
Until the entire Civilization Space instance is completely drained.
What players fear most is that one day the Chronicles will mark all the Civilization Space, leaving them only able to roam in small groups.
It is believed that if the scale is small enough, even a chronicler would find it difficult to manage.
However, this model has a problem.
The Gold Coin Merchant Association's financial resources are insufficient to support simultaneously connecting with over 9,000 Civilization Space instances.
For this reason, Forum players have high expectations for the Gold Coin Merchant Association.
Players can clearly see that the gameplay of the Civilization Space dungeon has become a race between the Gold Coin Merchant Association's financial resources and the Chroniclers' clearing speed.
The Chamber of Commerce must open new copies faster than the Chronicles mark the closing of old copies.
This ensures that players have a continuous and enjoyable experience to grind.
If the Chamber of Commerce's cash flow runs out, causing a disruption in the supply of new copies, this revenue stream will be completely cut off.
Therefore, Forum users are more united than ever in hoping that the Gold Coin Merchant Association can make money like crazy, the more the better, and the faster the better.
They even took concrete action by selling the dungeon's loot to the Gold Coin Merchant Association.
They even spontaneously offered suggestions to the Gold Coin Merchant Association on the Forum, discussing how to explore new sources of revenue.
The interests of the players graduating from the training camp are now highly intertwined with the commercial expansion of the Gold Coin Merchant Association.
What players crave is a super guild with abundant financial resources that can endlessly provide them with "new sources of profit."
Otherwise, this runaway chariot of Civilization Space will eventually come to a slow stop due to running out of fuel.
In terms of profits, the Gold Coin Merchant Association didn't suffer any losses.
The main structure of the spatial array consumed 6 million Sacrificial Power, and each spatial connection consumed an additional 400,000 Sacrificial Power.
Therefore, as long as the player brings 400,000 Sacrificial Power in profit to the Gold Coin Merchant Association within the Civilization Space instance space, connecting to this space will prevent the Gold Coin Merchant Association from incurring losses outside of the main structure.
For the players involved, their hunting in the Civilization Space is entirely profitable, with no possibility of loss.
However, Qi Sheng was certain that the Civilization Space instance was destined not to become a stable source of income like A-Le Training Camp or the Village Battle.
As players continue to develop the Civilization Space, the Mingshi Clan will inevitably adjust their response strategies.
At that time, the entire Civilization Space instance will be closed to players.
The current "cat and mouse game" is based on the fact that the Mingshi Clan has not yet fully paid attention to it and has adopted a relatively conservative "targeted elimination" strategy.
The player's continuous plundering reached a certain critical point, or caused a significant disruption to the operation of the Mingshi Clan's "chronicle rules".
This will inevitably lead to more thorough targeting.
The Mingshi Clan can even send a powerful individual to guard each Civilization Space, instantly killing any player who enters.
Therefore, this carnival, initiated by the Gold Coin Merchant Association and participated in by countless players, will eventually come to an end.
It's more like a short-term, high-profit deal that can bring a surge in wealth to the Anjia faction in the short term, but it's not a stable, long-term industry.
Take a long-term view.
On the contrary, the potential of the Counter-Tide No. 7 battlefield, where the Space Teleportation Array is rooted, is more worthy of in-depth exploration and even long-term development.
Furthermore, top-tier player teams have already begun to attempt to establish a presence in the market.