The obelisk's energy pulses gradually subsided, but the fragment of the Purification Prism against Lin Ye's chest continued to tremble. Its light was no longer pure gold. A deep, almost violet undercurrent wove through it-the memories and pain sealed within the obelisk for fifty thousand years were resonating on an even deeper level with the mark of Origin in his soul.
He slowly raised his hand and touched the cold surface of the obelisk. In an instant, shattered images flooded straight into his mind like water bursting through a dam!
These were no longer the blurred scenes of catastrophe from the holographic projection, but clearer, crueler fragments:
-The leader pressing his palm against the obelisk had a violet-black vortex reflected in his eyes. The shape of that vortex... bore an astonishing resemblance to Kaguya's Yomotsu Hirasaka!
-Countless points of light rose from the collapsing cities. They were the survivors of this civilization, their souls forcibly extracted and injected into small escape pods that scattered into the depths of the universe.
-At the rear of the escape pods was a different vessel, far larger than the others. The same insect totem found on the obelisk was engraved on its hull, but it did not flee. Instead, it turned around and charged without hesitation into the violet-black vortex, destroying itself and the corrupting energy in a blinding explosion!
"They... chose to sacrifice themselves..." Lin Ye jerked his hand back and staggered a step away, fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead. It was more than a visual shock. It was an emotional impact spanning fifty thousand years-hope amid despair, courage amid fear.
"Intelligent System, record all data. Give the footage of that fleet's suicide charge the highest analysis priority." Lin Ye's voice was slightly hoarse, but utterly firm.
"Command confirmed.