Two hours later.
If Reilo had previously eyed the underground valley of the Nine Pools merely for its surface resources, then after hearing the Nine Yins Rat Demon's explanations, his attention had undoubtedly shifted to the dark knowledge developed by these underground creatures.
In Reilo's eyes, these dark creatures were just like the scholars who had lived a thousand years ago, before the Three Pioneers ushered in the Golden Age.
The only difference between them might have been a White Niven who had died for objective truth, a Pioneer who had used reason to challenge theology, and who had transformed the alternative dark knowledge the creatures pursued into an objective system of evolutionary power. By devoting the full momentum of their civilization's development to it, they could have advanced into a higher civilization.
What a pity.
The dark creatures had remained at this bottleneck for far too long. In the end, they had fallen just short of the final step and failed to achieve a qualitative transformation of their civilization.
On the one hand, the underground world's faith in the Demon Gods was simply too vast and unshakable.
On the other, the soil that nurtured the dark creatures' civilization was too limited. It had never given rise to a heroic figure capable of transforming their civilization.
But both of these objective conditions only required enough time. Ultimately, it was a matter of chance and waiting.
What a pity.
In this dark world under the Iron Curtain, time was the most precious resource.
To any other higher civilization, any promising alien civilization would be seen as a potential threat, an inevitable rival in the future. They had to destroy it before it could truly develop its potential!
Humanity was like this, and the Superhumans... even more so!
Destruction would come. There