Xingtong's gaze stayed fixed on the golden figure in the image, tears pouring down her face.
She still clearly remembered every detail of the ancestor's passing.
He had leaned against a corner of the city wall, left behind the fusion rule he had obtained after slaying the World Will, entrusted them with the Velvet Spirit Tribe's future, and then dispersed like mist between heaven and earth.
That scene was etched into her soul, the most tragic and heroic final chapter of the Rongling Civilization's old era.
Now, faced with an unbeatable demon legion, watching the Rongling fleet's ships turn to stardust one after another amid the torrent of destruction, she realized she had been wrong.
Their analysis of the Dream World had been gravely mistaken.
This expedition, launched with the full Power of Civilization, had been doomed to destruction from the start.
In her despair, she once again could not stop herself from thinking of the ancestor who had always led the Velvet Spirit Tribe back from the brink.
But this time, she did not even dare hope.
How could someone she had personally watched disperse completely possibly return to life across worlds?
Yet the golden sword scar spanning heaven and earth had cleaved through her despair and shattered her understanding of reality.
As a rigorous scholar and a leader of her civilization, she had believed in reason and logic all her life.
She firmly believed that everything had its own underlying laws, and that even the most incredible phenomenon could be explained within a broader scientific framework yet to be discovered.
So-called miracles were merely unknown science beyond the boundaries of current understanding.
This had been proven many times throughout the Rongling Civilization's development.
For example, the appearance of fairylands.
In the ancient era before the ancestor's arrival, the