Gate to the Remnant Realm

The warriors behind Lin Ye changed expression.

But Lin Ye still did not move.

He merely looked at the two colossal beasts charging at him and softly asked, "How many are there inside you?"

Both colossal beasts froze.

Of course, they knew what Lin Ye was asking.

How many resentful remnants of devoured civilizations slept within them.

The answer was—

"Three hundred and twenty-seven," one colossal beast muttered.

"Four hundred and one," the other replied just as blankly.

To their horror, they discovered that the sleeping resentments were slowly opening their eyes beneath the resonance of those four hundred and ninety-eight streams of light.

"No... no...!"

The two colossal beasts wailed at the same time!

Their bodies began to collapse from within! Countless silver-white streams of light surged out wildly, like reinforcements summoned by the four hundred and ninety-eight streams of light!

Seven hundred and twenty-five, seven hundred and twenty-six, seven hundred and twenty-seven—

By the time the two capital-ship-class devouring beasts had completely vanished, the points of light behind Lin Ye had become seven hundred and twenty-nine.

Seven hundred and twenty-nine civilizations had returned at this moment.

Even if they were only lingering obsessions.

Even if they were destined to fade away.

They had existed.

They had been remembered.

Greedy Wolf finally stopped roaring.

It looked at the figure standing amid violet-gold radiance, at the river of civilizations behind him that was now as vast as a sea of stars, and for the first time felt something it had never felt before—

Fear.

Not because of power.

But because behind that man stood the trust of seven hundred and twenty-nine civilizations.

Seven hundred and twenty-nine lingering obsessions willing to entrust themselves to him.

Seven hundred and twenty-nine voices saying, "We trust you."

"What... are you?" Greedy Wolf's voice was