Within the Pure Profound Dao Palace, Zhang Yu's spiritual avatar received the awareness transmitted by his duplicate. After briefly sorting through those fragmented clues, the Revival God Association's once-blurry visage gradually became clear.
If nothing unexpected had happened, the Revival God Association itself could be considered a remnant force of some fallen civilization.
More precisely, the Revival God Association had most likely inherited remnants of that civilization and obtained some of its techniques. Perhaps they could not fully understand those things, or perhaps certain people had deliberately guided them, but in the end, it had turned into a faith and worship centered on the civilization itself.
According to legends and imagination, these people had fashioned that civilization into an object fit for worship. Under the fostering of those beliefs, a god had been born—a symbol of that fallen civilization, yet in truth utterly unrelated to it.
Thus, it was both newborn and ancient. Its roots clung deeply to that fallen civilization, born from its collapsed corpse.
Zhang Yu believed that the half-human, half-monster thing he had seen upon that wall was that very god. Because division and unity coexisted within those beliefs, it had appeared half embedded in the wall, yet half alive.
And because this ancient god had been a concept from the moment of its birth, never possessing any fixed image—every person and every group having their own conception of it—it had taken on such a bizarre and twisted form.
From this perspective, it should still exist only within spirit and deep consciousness, possessing only pure spirituality. Without a vessel in the world, its interference with the world was limited.
As for what he had seen at the end, it should have been the Upper Layer powers of that original civilization. It was only through that alien god's