Civilization's Conflict, A Warning From The Future

On the light screen, the video began to play.

It was footage recorded from the main perspective of the flagship "Civilization," edited and processed by Chen Ran, its impact magnified countless times.

The video opened with the scene of that diamond-shaped black warship slowly emerging from a spatial wormhole.

Its massive, oppressive hull.

Its cold, dead metallic texture, completely alien to the Primordial Era world.

Its domineering aura, which caused even the surrounding Chaos Qi to recede as it appeared.

All of this was clearly displayed before all the great powers of the Primordial Era through the light screen.

Within the Hall of Civilization, gasps of cold air could be heard.

"What kind of magic treasure is this?"

"No, this isn't a magic treasure! This thing doesn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy! It... it seems to be a pure dead object!"

"What a terrifying aura... Just looking at this footage, my Primordial Spirit feels a sting."

Every person present was a top expert in the Primordial Era world, their vision exceptionally high.

Yet, they had never seen such a bizarre and powerful creation.

Next, in the video, the cold countdown and the irrefutable "Format" ultimatum echoed throughout the entire hall.

"Resource Points?"

"Gestalt System?"

"Insolence! These Outer Realm Demonic Gods dare to treat our Primordial Era world as mere fish and meat!"

An Intercepting Sect disciple with a fiery temper slammed the table on the spot, enraged.

Anger also appeared on the faces of the other great powers.

They could fight amongst themselves, they could scheme against each other, but they were all beings born from this world. Facing such naked contempt and threat from the "outside," a sense of shared hatred arose spontaneously.

The video continued to play.

The "Causality Erasure Beam," capable of destroying the world, shot out with a roar.

Everyone's heart leaped into their throats.

They asked themselves, if it were them, could they withstand this attack?

The answer was no.

Even the top Saints like the Three Pure Ones showed solemn expressions. They could feel that within that attack was a domineering Law that erased "existence" itself, something they couldn't fully comprehend.

However, the next scene made everyone's eyes widen.

Nuwa's figure appeared, and with a casual gesture, she extended a finger.

The beam vanished.

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at Nuwa on the main seat with the gaze one would use for a monster.

Nuwa maintained her cool expression, as if the person performing the miracle in the video wasn't her.

But within the hearts of the other five Saints, monstrous waves churned.

They knew Nuwa was powerful, but they never expected her to be so strong that she could "modify reality" with such ease!

The video did not stop.

The "Mass Storm" arrived, a rain of death composed of three million neutron star warheads, as if lowering the temperature of the entire hall.

The Chaos Green Lotus bloomed, devouring all attacks and treating them as nourishment.

Nuwa's counterattack, the "Creation" divine punishment, caused a war fortress to bloom with flowers.

Scene after scene, like heavy hammers, struck the hearts of all the great powers of the Primordial Era.

Their worldview was completely, utterly subverted at this moment.

So, combat could be like this.

So, the power of a Saint could be so unreasonable.

So, outside the Primordial Era, in places they didn't know, existed such terrifying, pure technological civilizations.

When the video finished playing, the light screen slowly dimmed.

The entire Hall of Civilization remained in dead silence.

Everyone was still immersed in the immense shock from before, unable to extricate themselves.

After a long while, the Grand Supreme Elder finally spoke slowly, his voice tinged with dryness.

"Chen Ran... young friend."

He did not address Chen Ran as "Human Race" but used the appellation "young friend," which was already a great acknowledgment.

"That 'Gestalt' civilization, in the end... what happened to it?"

All eyes were focused on Chen Ran.

Chen Ran calmly replied, "I used a few tricks to temporarily drive it away. But it will definitely return. And next time, it will come back with knowledge of our world and even greater power."

"The purpose of this meeting is not to show off my strength, nor to boast about my achievements."

Chen Ran's gaze swept over every powerful being and Saint present.

"I want to tell everyone a fact that none of us are willing to admit, but must face."

"That is, the Primordial world beneath our feet is no longer safe."

"An unprecedented Calamity, affecting the entire world, has quietly descended. This time, our enemies are no longer the Witch Race, nor the Demon Race, nor each other."

"Our enemies are from beyond the stars, a cold Civilization that is completely different from us, views us as 'resources,' and wants to thoroughly 'Format' us!"

"In the face of this war between Civilizations, all our past grievances and schemes seem so insignificant."

"Because, if we lose."

Chen Ran's voice echoed in the hall.

"The entire Primordial world will cease to exist. All of us will become dust of history, or, a cold piece of data within that Gestalt System."

"Therefore, I stand here today to ask everyone a question."

"When the true doomsday arrives."

"Will you all choose to continue infighting and wait for death?"

"Or will you choose to put aside your differences, unite, and fight with all your might for our shared home, for our own survival?"

His words were powerful and resounding, shaking the very foundations of the hall.

The entire Hall of Civilization, all the powerful beings, were deeply moved by Chen Ran's words.

That's right.

When the nest is overturned, how can any eggs remain intact?

If their home is gone, what meaning would the destiny and orthodoxies they fought over have?

A profound discussion about the future fate of the Primordial world was thus initiated.

And Chen Ran, this unknown Human Race youth, at this moment, had quietly stepped onto the chessboard of the Primordial world, becoming the true player who could influence the direction of the entire game.