Without question, the Successors' actions would inevitably bring new changes to the Correction Agency.
The surviving Revelators had also learned through their intelligence network spread throughout the Spirit Realm that one of the Correction Agency's strange star hubs had been destroyed.
"How... how is that possible?!"
"That was the Morning Star! A creation of the divine race! A divine artifact!"
All the Revelators were utterly stunned. A feat that had never occurred in eight hundred million years had been accomplished by the Successors without even their realizing it!
"So this is the Amoeba race? Truly terrifying..."
"I never imagined a race like this could exist..."
"That such a race was born from the Land Forsaken by Gods... It's terrifyingly powerful..."
Everyone among the Revelators marveled at what the Successors had done.
"Perhaps the Amoeba race can truly achieve what no race has ever achieved throughout the ages."
Everyone among the Revelators fell silent at those words.
Freedom—what a distant yet stirring word. After uncovering some of the ancient secrets of the past and learning of the world-prison, the Revelators no longer entertained fantasies of freedom.
As they continued exploring, their world kept shrinking. Some had even begun saying, "Don't explore," because the ancient secrets within the prison were finite. In the end, there would be no secrets left to uncover, and the Revelators would ultimately destroy themselves for the sake of their thirst for knowledge.
"...It's better not to celebrate too early. Wasn't it the same before? Powerful races survived the first stage, reached the second stage of the Great Destruction, and were then destroyed."
"The powerful races that successfully passed the second stage were destroyed by the Great Destruction upon reaching the third stage."
"Who can guarantee that the Great Destruction doesn't have a fourth stage? A fifth stage?