Time hurried onward, sweeping all things along with it.
The energy towers of New Star Valley lit up on schedule at dusk. The word "Code" on the stone stele at the center of the square had grown slightly blurred after years of wind and rain.
Only the gaps between the bricks, stained with Lie Zhua's blood, had never been cleaned. Their color had settled into an ever darker red.
This was a wound in the hearts of the Velvet Spirit Tribe that had never healed.
Thirty-five years was a long, agonizing stretch of time for an individual.
But for the Rongling Civilization, lying low in humiliation, it was merely a brief pause before history turned a page.
The opportunity for revenge arrived when all-out war erupted between the Riftbone Tribe and a powerful civilization called the Windwall Race.
The Windwall Race was an elemental civilization that inhabited the Whistling Land.
Their forms were fluid, composed of flowing vortices and pure wind elemental energy. Elemental crystals called Wind Cores were embedded at the centers of their bodies, and their very existence resonated with the winds of the world.
Their territory was not defined by city walls, either. Instead, bands of ceaseless energy storms served as barriers.
The territory this race ruled contained many deposits of rare resources.
Among them was the blood crystal stone coveted by the Riftbone Tribe, a special resource capable of catalyzing the evolution of their bloodline.
Moreover, during the prewar assessment, the Velvet Spirit Tribe submitted a resource appraisal report.
It concluded that the elemental cores inside members of the Windwall Race could be used to create new weapons and equipment, and even improve transportation efficiency.
This meant that, as long as they won this war, the Riftbone civilization would undergo collective evolution.
War broke out, just