"Great Thousand World!"
Within the Dimensional Esophagus, Green toyed with the black sphere in his hand, murmuring in a low, excited voice.
Who knew how many epochs ago, the Guyak Civilization army had arrived in the Dimensional Esophagus. They too had undergone a dimensional war, and met the same fate of destruction.
Yet unlike the others, the highly developed Guyak Civilization seemed to have long deduced this hopeless outcome from the histories of countless civilizations destroyed in the material world. To confront this unavoidable end, the Guyak Civilization finally conceived of a way to resist the beings outside the box.
That was to build a shelter—to build an entirely new box inside the box!
In one sense, they had succeeded. In another, they had failed.
From the perspective of success, this Great Thousand World had indeed, in some respects, achieved the ability to imitate a low-level dimension. It had even escaped the fallout of dimensional wars time and again, avoiding erasure by the heavenly law of fate and allowing the Guyak Civilization's bloodline to endure. Even today, it still carried on within the Great Thousand World its legacy of saving lost creatures.
From the perspective of failure, this Great Thousand World had no power whatsoever to contend against the truth and fate outside the Endless World box. It was merely like a mouse digging a hole in the Endless World and barely clinging to life within it.
Even so, that was enough for the Guyak Civilization to hold its head high amid the vast, smoke-like history of the Endless World.
There were countless skeletons in the Dimensional Esophagus, innumerable warring races, and beyond counting civilization inheritance treasures that accompanied them. Yet in the end, none could escape the fate of being digested by the Endless World. For this Great Thousand