The implication was that the civilization fragments recorded in the Withered Glory Theatre were fragments of the histories of individual civilizations.
And those shattered civilizations had not vanished without a trace. Some of their people were still active across the universe, perhaps even as Calamities, trying to forge a new path out of a hopeless situation.
If they could grow stronger through these fragments and witness those civilizations' pasts...
Then, should they someday encounter people who still remembered their homelands, they might gain their help through this knowledge, or find a slim chance of survival in a crisis.
Chen Ze could not help marveling, "How is this a theater? It's a library collecting fragments of civilizations, a universe-scale library. Is everyone in the Salvation Hall of Fame like you?"
Ku Rong shook his head. "This is the path I chose. If the Withered Glory Theatre is a project, then I suppose I have two Collaborators: one skilled in prophecy, the other in planning."
"Stop, stop, stop. Hold it."
Chen Ze raised a hand, stopping Ku Rong from continuing.
"We're not interested in learning any secrets. I'm still processing something right now. I really don't understand. How old is Ye Buyu now? How old are all of you? How did she become your Hall Master, huh?!"
His composure shattered, his voice rose. Zhao Zhe and the others covered their faces in despair. They had only just managed to steady themselves, only just managed to ignore that reality!
Gou Xiangwang kicked Chen Ze.
"Some things shouldn't be pursued. Asking won't get you anywhere. Don't you know that, brat?"
He just had to point out that bomb and wreak havoc on their composure.
As Gou Xiangwang beat Chen Ze, he watched Ku Rong's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
Zhao Zhe