"Are you one of the Golden Race?"
At Ye Qiyan's question, the dispirited woman suddenly smiled.
"Of course not. The Golden Race is already extinct. That's a fact no one can change. Also, I need to correct a mistake of yours."
She walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cola, and began drinking it on her own.
"This really does taste strange... Human, your name... Ye Qiyan, right? This isn't the Primordial World you once lived in, but it isn't a false dream either. Rather, through your racial identity, the Countercurrent Codex
used Time Authority to directly clone [humans] and this world. Of course, in the past, cloning galaxies, star domains, universes, and the like wouldn't have been out of the question.
Now, even after using up the last of its energy, it could only clone a few cities."
She produced a book from somewhere. Before she could turn a page, all the color drained from the book itself, and it turned to ash and vanished.
"See? The item is finished. And not just it. Everything else in the Treasury is finished too."
Divine Weapons appeared around her, only to turn to ash in an instant.
"If you hadn't opened the Treasury, their forms could have been maintained for a while longer, though they would still have had no power. But the Treasury opened, and the End arrived. After holding on for so long, they still couldn't escape in the end."
Her emotions were filled with faint sorrow and despair.
All that calm, in turn, seemed as though she had long since grown accustomed to this.
Ye Qiyan also took a bottle of cola from the refrigerator and said, "How do you know my name? And are you trapping me here because I opened the Treasury and caused