"Have you ever thought about it? If one day our race, the Dragon Race, the Demon Race, the Sea God, and even the Nan Clan all perished, then who would record that we once crossed two hundred million years of time, crossed who knew how many light-years of distance, and came together? This tombstone could prove that we once communicated as 'civilizations.' In this universe, there were not only individual immortals. At the very least, there were once civilizations."
Wang Qi's words gave Chen Feng, in that instant, a feeling that transcended the brevity of life.
Perhaps the barrier of the unknown could never be crossed. Perhaps the Dragon Race, too, would one day collapse. Perhaps several planets would suffer calamities. Perhaps even the disaster from two hundred million years ago, when every star in the universe simultaneously lost its light and heat, would repeat itself, leaving no life able to escape disaster.
Perhaps none of those people at the South Sea Academy, striving today for the coexistence of multiple races and civilizations, would remain in that dark future.
Yet something would, in the end, record the attempts of several civilizations—attempts to transcend the eternal hierarchy as civilizations, rather than as individuals.
Dragon script and the Nan Clan's knotted-cord recordkeeping both possessed powerful phonetic functions. As long as the Dragon Race's alphabet survived, other civilizations would not find it difficult to decipher its pronunciation. The Nan Clan's knotted-cord recordkeeping could even use three-dimensional knots to express the positions of lips, teeth, and tongue. So long as this stone tablet endured, these words would eventually sound again in another distant time and space.
—The key was these words...
At that thought, the faint emotion rising in Chen Feng's chest shattered. He sighed deeply. "Such a fine sentiment in your hands... it's