"I heard from Zuma that the Rule Guardian who chose you was the great Quanzu. As I understand it, this guardian is one of the ancient beings in the Chaos faction who cares most about developing potential. It has cultivated and discovered many powerful civilizations with great potential, making it one of the most ruthless branches of the Chaos faction..."
At this, the Black Elder paused. Its Mental Power was like air, omnipresent and filling every inch of space here, yet also like rippling waves.
As black sand like mud kept churning from within the Black Elder's body, Bailan felt a trace of worry.
Ever since Quanzu had taken root in Starveil Land, the environment of what had once been a wasteland at the end of the world had visibly improved. It had become the hope of humanity's revival. Quanzu had also repeatedly, both intentionally and unintentionally, mentioned that finding other guardians could speed up the improvement of the harsh environment and the barren natural conditions within the eye of the storm.
Bailan simply hadn't expected this.
Behind the wars and conflicts between civilizations—the so-called dark plunder and zero-sum wars—there were actually these guardians pulling the strings. The guardians of the Chaos faction in particular pitted multiple chosen civilizations with potential against one another, selecting the most promising seed civilization and nurturing it into the main force against the Superbody civilization.
The Black Elder's words continued uninterrupted, despite Bailan's thoughts.
It continued, "So it isn't just me. Several other elders who have heard of this are also very interested in the Human Academic Circle behind you. In particular, the racial talents and intellectual power you've displayed these past few days have shown extraordinary potential and mystery. But in the end, I was the one chosen to receive you."
Its words