Chapter 252: Ants Gaze at the Moon, the Spark of Civilization (Requesting Monthly Votes)

The image on the blood crystal gradually dimmed; all scout units were dead.

Yet the hearts of the Seven Wang Zuo could not settle for a long time.

The Xiao Xiao Fa sitting on the Blood Wang Zuo seat could be certain that the mindsets of these seven Wang Zuo had all collapsed.

Just like when his welfare distribution failed, they had fallen into despair.

A fleeting glimpse caused the collapse of their worldview; the tip of the iceberg of the Monster World had already crushed all the pride in their hearts.

It was a height they could never reach, and the cognition established in past cross-world wars had also shattered completely.

The Xiao Xiao Fa could probably understand this feeling.

The power understood by the seven Wang Zuo of the Ling Xi Clan was like sand played with by children in the Monster World.

The super-beast divine weapons and biological technology they once took pride in were as thin as a sheet of paper before the higher-dimensional Dimensional World.

Some data in the world analysis had already surpassed the scope they understood.

"What... are we?" the Bone Wang rasped in a hoarse whisper.

Looking down at his own hands, the strength that could once wage cross-world wars now seemed so ridiculous at this moment.

He had once thought he was a strong one conquering all worlds, the apocalypse bringing destruction.

Only now did he realize they were merely frogs at the bottom of a well; by chance looking up, they had glimpsed the true firmament, so vast it made one despair.

"All wars, schemes, glory..." the Fungus Wang sneered bitterly at this moment:

"It turns out to be nothing but an ant's carnival."

The Ling Xi Clan had its own way of judging world strength.

Just like the first time scouting Earth, a simple investigation made them realize Earth's combat power tier was not strong.

World framework, spiritual energy content... these were core factors for judging whether a world could breed a strong race; divine dragons could not be bred from mud.

Applying this standard to the Monster World to measure the Monster World's strength.

The possibility of the Monster World breeding a top-tier strong race was one hundred percent.

Judging by this set of standards, even if a race in this high-level world developed no technology to utilize resources, living like primitives.

They could still possess power more terrifying than the "super-beast divine weapons" they forged by exhausting their wisdom and resources.

Because in this world, breathing is cultivation, and survival is evolution.

The Ling Xi Clan's detection units simply could not detect excessive data information.

What could be confirmed was that the forces invading the Ling Xi World were also merely a corner of this world.

Far from being a world-dominating power.

Recalling the thought of counterattacking the world where the invading forces were located before the meeting began, they now only found it ridiculous.

The top-tier forces of this world, perhaps with just ordinary activities, could bring a destructive crisis to the Ling Xi World.

This exploration plunged the seven Wang Zuo into uncontrollable fear.

For the first time, they knew that strength could be obtained without pursuit.

It could be like the sunlight, air, and gravity of the Ling Xi World, innate as such.

The counterattack plan shattered, leaving only one thought: they must flee the Ling Xi World as soon as possible.

This war had no chance of victory.

Even if the invading forces were just a small faction in the Hao Han Shi Jie, the resource foundation they controlled was also beyond the reach of the Ling Xi Clan.

This also explained why the spatial technology used by the invading forces was so crude, yet the top-tier spiritual materials used to build the spatial channels surpassed any material in the Ling Xi Clan's cognition.

Perhaps what they saw as top-tier divine materials were just the most ordinary resources in that world.

This gap even made the seven Wang Zuo feel lost regarding their own positioning.

They stood silently by the conference table, the air so Solemn it seemed filled with lead.

They had once claimed to be natural disasters, the synonym of destruction.

This was also the history told to them by their ancestors, making them feel proud and taking pride in it.

But at this moment, they felt an unprecedented absurdity.

Like a group of wild wolves who thought themselves ferocious, suddenly discovering they were merely microorganisms swimming in a fish tank.

In the eyes of living beings from the higher world outside the fish tank, it was nothing but a joke.

"What do our efforts amount to?" the Blood Wang whispered, a trace of confusion appearing in his eyes.

"Plunderers? Destroyers?" the Shadow Wang's voice seemed squeezed out of his throat, carrying a self-mocking hoarseness:

"The efforts of long years seem like a game of self-deception."

These words deepened the gloom in the hearts of the seven Wang Zuo.

They had once proudly conquered lower worlds, destroying civilizations like children crushing ant hills.

Only now did they realize that so-called conquest was nothing but ants tearing at each other.

This exploration completely shattered their historical pride.

It also began to make them re-examine this anti-invasion war.

Realizing their strength was utterly insufficient to win this anti-invasion war, the Bone Wang broke the silence first:

"We still have one retreat route, the Blue World; perhaps it is time to activate the evacuation plan. Continuing the war will only sacrifice more combat power."

Facing the Bone Wang's proposal, the Soul Wang shook his head:

"The Blue World is only suitable for plunder, not for living; surviving in such a world, I see no future for the Ling Xi Clan... Perhaps we still have one choice: build a new spatial channel and flee to that world that makes us feel fear."

The Soul Wang's proposal startled the other six Wang Zuo present.

This proposal could be called extremely bold; the Iron Wang decisively expressed opposition:

"Fleeing to that world is no different from a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, but staying here, our Ling Xi Clan will also be completely annihilated. Gentlemen, now is not the time to dwell on dignity and pride; the urgent task is to continue the race's future. I believe fleeing to the Blue World is the most correct choice."

"Continue the race? Spoken lightly!" the Erosion Wang's eyes bulged with anger, and he suddenly slammed the armrest of his chair:

"How many clanspeople can the blue world bear, and how many resources are there for us to consume? If we flee to the blue world, how many subjects must we abandon? Are we to completely cast aside the war-driven development model our ancestors laid down for us, and wade into a quagmire until we perish? Have any of you spared a thought for the next generation?"

Hearing their dispute, the Mushroom King shook his head slightly, his face full of grief:

"But if we do not flee, the entire clan will be wiped out, and not a single subject will remain. If we choose to flee to the blue world, we can only keep our elites in the end, preserving a spark for the clan, waiting for some day in the future when we find the chance to seek out a new world and set sail once more."

The Soul King, who had proposed fleeing to Monster World, spoke up again at this moment:

"My lords, although the world of the invading force is strong, this faction is clearly not the hegemon-level power of that world. It is not so fearsome that we provoked them. High risk also means high opportunity. If we can take root there, we may yet rise from the bottom."

"Rise from the bottom? Easier said than done!" the Shadow King said with a cold laugh:

"You have all seen the strength of that world. Even if we go, we will be eking out a living in the cracks. A single misstep and we will be utterly destroyed. The danger far outweighs the opportunity."

"But it is still better than waiting for death here. We have opened countless worlds; why can we not stake everything this time? Perhaps in that higher world, we can find a way to break through our current power system. The spiritual Qi and energy there are vast, the resources endless. If we can take root among them, only then can we touch the true supreme, and speak again of our race's glory."

"Do not forget — the strong prey on the weak has always been the path the Lingxi Clan chose."

Faced with the Soul King's persistence, the Shadow King's resolve wavered, but he still urged:

"Soul King, if we go to that world, we will fall to the bottom of the food chain and start from scratch."

"No, we will gain a true beginning." The Soul King chose to persist in his own view.

The seven Wang Zuo exchanged glances, and in the end, silence replaced dispute.

They all understood Wang De Xiang Fa — it was a path of rise fraught with risk.

Whether choosing the blue world or the higher world, it meant the Lingxi Clan would face the crisis of racial extinction.

In their eyes, the blue world was merely a stop along the way of cross-world plunder; they had never thought of settling and developing there, because the blue world's intensity was too low to bear the Lingxi Clan's future at all.

Making this choice meant that each new generation of the Lingxi Clan would be weaker than the last.

In the end, sinking deep into the quagmire, with no chance of ever breaking free again.

This was the horror of a lower world.

The entire world was like a cage without air; to survive long-term, one needed a life-intensity adapted to that world.

And choosing the higher world meant facing countless terrifying lives, even racial factions, head-on.

Eking out survival in the cracks, always at risk of being suddenly crushed into dust by a powerful lifeform.

One was a frog slowly boiled in warm water, walking step by step toward destruction.

The other was gold refined by fierce fire — either rising bathed in blood through brutal competition, or turning to ash in the shadow of the strong.

It was like a mill of flesh and blood.

The weak's bones paved the strong's Wang Zuo; the rise and fall of races was but a momentary spray of waves.

The atmosphere of the meeting was suppressed to the extreme.

None of them had imagined that a simple cross-world investigation would escalate into a life-or-death choice for the Lingxi Clan.

The Shadow King was still struggling, his eyes full of pain:

"Choosing the higher world means a change in development model — gathering resources to develop combat power. I truly cannot accept simply abandoning those ordinary subjects like this."

The Soul King sighed:

"Shadow King, this is a measure of last resort. The elites we bring are all the hope of the Lingxi Clan's future; they will bear the Lingxi Clan's tomorrow."

The seven Wang Zuo fell silent once more, each heart wrestling with a difficult choice.

This discussion concerning the Lingxi Clan's survival was still ongoing.

Whichever decision came next was so heavy it left them unable to breathe.

At this moment, the only one calm was Xiao Xiao Fa.

The direction in which he considered the problem differed from that of the Lingxi Clan's seven Wang Zuo.

What he was considering was — if he followed the Lingxi Clan back to Monster World, wouldn't that completely lock in the villain route?

At least until the forum players forgave him, he definitely could not go back.

So should he, in the identity of the Blood King, help the Lingxi Clan gain a foothold in Monster World, wait for the moment of redemption to descend, and then return to the village?

And along the way, fleece the Lingxi Clan to grow stronger himself.

If he chose this path, the first thing to do was change the Lingxi Clan's landing site.

They absolutely could not land near the spatial node of his old home.

Looking at his bunch of fellow countrymen from a villain's perspective, those beasts were simply an unsolvable natural disaster; being their enemy would wear him down to death sooner or later.

They wouldn't even need to wear him down to death.

Without the high mortality rate of the spatial passage, his fellow countrymen would only need two or three rounds of full-scale war, and the Lingxi Clan's history would end right here.

So this bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates in the Lingxi Clan were utterly unqualified to oppose the players.

If they landed in the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range region, they could be sentenced to death on the spot.

The Black Tide, the Insect Tide, the players — any single faction pulled out at random could give the Lingxi Clan a taste of ultimate despair.

The forum's legendary war god "Tian Huo Fa Wang" was a lesson from the past.

So the choice of landing site was extremely important.

Just then, the gazes of the seven Wang Zuo turned toward him.

"Blood King, what is your thought?"

Faced with the question, Xiao Xiao Fa was instantly at a loss for words.

These two choices, in his view, were not choices at all.

He was very clear on the blue world's positioning — it was their Earth, and also the target the Lingxi Clan intended to invade next.

This was definitely an undeveloped new map, like an invisible wall in a game; how could one possibly go there?

Thinking that he was, for now, bound to the Lingxi Clan on the same boat, he nodded with a cold face and said in a low voice:

"I support Wang De Xiang Fa. Whether we linger on in a lower world and end up as ants, or stake everything and fight for a future in a purgatory — my choice is: I would rather be crushed beneath the strong than rot in a quagmire."

The moment these words left his mouth, Xiao Xiao Fa suddenly froze.

He realized that his words were nothing but cursing his true homeland.

Comparing Earth to a mud pit—what villain mindset, shameful!

"Then let's vote on it." Soul King nodded at this moment.

Eight tentacles simultaneously pointed at the blood-colored crystal at the center of the conference table.

The final vote result was: to seek life through death, betting the future of the Lingxi race for a single possibility.

……

Returning to the Blood Pool Legion, Xiao Xiao Fa began asking the Guide how the End Beast's growth system should be cultivated.

And how to craft the End Beast into a rule-type special Painful Painful Minghun.

The Guide offered two growth paths in response.

The first path.

The End Beast could grow by devouring the genes of flesh-and-blood lifeforms, optimizing its own life structure.

But the End Beast was crafted from a derivative of the Lingxi World's rules, so the gene structures it could parse were limited; Shou Shou Jili could be consumed to assist the parsing.

In other words, from now on, whenever the End Beast devoured a flesh-and-blood lifeform in Monster World and received a Shou Shou Jili reward, it would also need to consume Shou Shou Jili to digest that flesh-and-blood lifeform and grow.

This was a gradual growth path—as long as it devoured enough genes and broke through the growth threshold, it had a chance to advance into a rule.

The characteristic of this rule would also relate to devouring-based evolution.

The second path.

Strip away the rule origin of the Lingxi World and fuse it into the "Source of Sin."

This method was relatively simple; the Guide could provide assistance.

But the prerequisite was a one-time payment of over a hundred million Shou Shou Jili.

Faced with the choice, Xiao Xiao Fa decisively chose the former.

That price reminded him of the special Painful Painful Minghun in the Director's hands—the Dark One Legion—whose assembled price was equally astronomical.

Over a hundred million Shou Shou Jili—he didn't even dare to think about it.

He didn't know whether, in this lifetime, he'd have the ability to forge the End Beast into a rule-type Painful Painful Minghun.

But he already had a new goal in his heart.

To leverage the power of the Lingxi race to establish his own faction within the game.

If the plan failed… he'd slink back to the village and take his beating.

If it succeeded, he would witness the Lingxi race's rise in Monster World under the identity of the Blood King.

He just didn't know whether his own lifespan would last to see that day arrive.

Monster World, this game, had an extremely high degree of freedom; the rise of a race was never achieved overnight—it would follow a gradual development process just like reality.

It really was playing a game with one's lifespan.

He just didn't know whether Monster World accounts could be inherited, allowing descendants to inherit his power and keep working at it.

As for whether the Lingxi race could gain a firm foothold in Monster World, he wasn't sure, but he knew there was one predecessor from a Descending Faction who had succeeded.

A-Le was a perfect example.

He had seen on the forum a background-info supplement post published by a player, which mentioned A-Le's rise.

This frog who had leapt out of the well had truly gained a firm foothold in Monster World, and the entertainment cities he had opened were spread across multiple regions of Monster World.

Through wealth accumulated over many years, he had already begun constructing a new legion system at this stage.

Perhaps the Lingxi race would have a similar opportunity.

The Lingxi race in his eyes, though weak, also had decent development potential and a complete technical system.

There might be a considerable gap compared to A-Le—after all, A-Le had started out as a Small-World King carrying rules from the very beginning.

But Monster World would be the platform for the Lingxi race to climb to new heights.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xiao Fa suddenly froze.

He realized he had actually been considering the future of the Lingxi race.

"Hiss~ Why does it feel like I'm walking further and further down the path of a villain?"

He turned his head at this moment to look at the Guide's water sphere floating beside him:

"Guide bro, if I don't follow the Player Faction's development path, will there be any problems?"

Facing the question, the Guide raised its eyelids:

【No problem, you can play however you want. No matter what, you are always a member of the Player Faction—you can still continue to use functions like Shangcheng, Star Veins, Body Tempering level enhancement, it's just that the way you play will be different.】

What the Guide didn't say was: as long as the Shou Shou Jili tax doesn't decrease.

Receiving the Guide's affirmation, Xiao Xiao Fa sighed helplessly.

Deep in his heart, he still wanted to return to Beneath Di Zhao Village, still wanted to struggle alongside his guild brothers.

Growing up together with a bunch of NPCs—truly no fun at all.

But things had already come to this; he had no choice.

Next, he decided to strengthen the End Beast.

He planned to sell all the Li De Shang Pin in his warehouse and exchange them for Shou Shou Jili.

Many things with potential value couldn't be directly sacrificed to Beneath Di Zhao for much Shou Shou Jili, and directly contacting guilds in need wouldn't work either.

His reputation on the forum was ruined; no player would be willing to cooperate with him.

For example, the 132 amber coffins in his personal space backpack, which sealed living gene samples of different races, could be sold to the Alchemist Guild for compensation.

But the Alchemist Guild would certainly be unwilling to cooperate with him.

The Alchemist Guild didn't want to lose its market—if cooperating with him got exposed, they'd be roasted over the fire and criticized by forum players.

But if direct trade wasn't possible, an indirect trade method could be used.

Listing the items from the pack space on the trading post and waiting for players in need to place orders directly avoids any contact or communication.

After deducting the handling fee, he would receive a considerable Shou Shou Jili income.

With an idea in mind, Xiao Xiao Fa Shi immediately put it into action.

But for many items, the trading post had no reference price.

On pricing, he planned to set a high price first, and if it didn't sell, then consider lowering it.

While Xiao Xiao Fa Shi was busy, the other Wang Zuo also began to act.

They first shut down the spatial teleportation array connected to the blue world.

Then the Bone King and the Fungus King withdrew the Super Beast Legion warriors stationed at the exit of the spatial passage.

The war priests under the seven great Wang Zuo gathered together, and according to the coordinates obtained from the floating jellyfish's analysis, began building a new Xin De Kua Jie teleportation array in Apocalypse City.

With this meeting concluded, the Lingxi Clan had completely abandoned the counter-invasion war.

They prepared to concentrate all the resources of the Lingxi World, then lead their clansmen in a cross-boundary migration to the Monster World.

But before leaving, there was still one matter that left the seven great Wang Zuo of the Lingxi Clan hesitating.

Whether to attempt to strip away the rules of the Lingxi World and bring this rule along to the Monster World.

The result of doing so would be the complete shattering of the Lingxi World.

More importantly, during the process of concentrating resources to attempt it, whether the stripping could succeed was also unknown.

Carrying the rule along meant the Lingxi Clan would possess greater growth potential.

The price was starting from scratch in the initial phase, or even exhausting all current resources without necessarily succeeding in the stripping.

Because of this matter, the eight great Wang Zuo gathered again to hold a meeting.

The attempt to strip away the world's rules — the Lingxi Clan had begun trying it long ago.

What they obtained were only rule-derivative substances; they were fundamentally unable to strip out the world's origin.

The reasons for failure mainly came from three aspects.

First, the technology was immature, with serious deficiencies in the understanding of the world's rules.

The world's framework was like an intricate labyrinth, containing countless profound principles.

The Lingxi Clan's current analytical technology could only scratch the surface of the rules, unable to penetrate to the rule's core to precisely grasp the operating logic.

Second, stripping the world's rules was a super-engineering project that consumed an extreme amount of resources and energy.

The origin of the Lingxi World was tightly interwoven into every corner of the entire world, deeply fused with the world's material and energy systems.

To strip it out required terrifying consumption to break the tight connections between the origin and the rest of the world, and also required forging a special container sufficient to bear the rule — another incalculable expense.

Lastly, there was the stability of the world.

Like pulling out a critical Load-Bearing component from the foundation of a great building — once the process of stripping the origin began, the balance of the world's structure would be broken in an instant, triggering a chain of reactions, and the final result would be the world's shattering.

Only some fragmentary lands fused with the world's core would remain.

On how to choose, the seven great Wang Zuo at the meeting each expressed Ji De Kan Fa.

Xiao Xiao Fa Shi's proposal was to invest all resources and attempt to strip the world's origin.

As a player from the Monster World, he clearly knew the gap between possessing rules and not possessing them.

Although possessing rules didn't necessarily mean being very strong.

For example, the Game Law Association, which liked playing games of strategy, had mastered the rule "Game Space," but compared to the Ancient God Clan and A-Le, it appeared very weak.

But without rules, one was destined to be a dish on the table in the eyes of other races.

Let alone getting on the table — they didn't even have the qualification to see the table.

The final result of the meeting was as Xiao Xiao Fa Shi wished: stake everything in attempting to strip the world's origin.

Since they had decided to gamble on the future, they might as well gamble more thoroughly.

The meeting ended, and Xiao Xiao Fa Shi also began to busy himself.

As the Blood King, he had to be responsible for the dispatch of the Super Beast Legion before migration, as well as the ideological work of the subjects within his jurisdiction.

Possessing the Blood King's memories, this aspect was not difficult for him.

……

22 days later, Apocalypse City.

A giant teleportation array spanning a hundred li stood in the center of the city, pitch-black runes spreading like blood vessels, devouring the surrounding light.

The Lingxi Clan's war priests and top-tier array masters worked day and night adjusting the final parameters, ensuring the stability of the cross-boundary teleportation.

Within the city, 5 million new-generation Lingxi Clan members gathered here, and some clansmen still surged in from outside the city like a tide.

They were all the fire seeds that had been screened out.

The Fungus King stood atop Gao Ta, overlooking the clansmen gathering like ants, with not the slightest ripple in his eyes.

"Has the teleportation list been confirmed?"

The Soul King's fingertip traced across a blood-colored crystal stone, upon which densely packed names flickered.

"Super Beast warriors, elite warriors, high-level scholars, top-tier craftsmen… a total of 8.43 million. Resources are limited; we can only take the most valuable fire seeds."

Hearing this cold number, a flash of reluctance crossed the Fungus King's eyes, but ultimately his gaze became firm:

"We have no choice. For the future."

"For the future," the Soul King nodded in agreement.

The Devouring King at the side licked his lips:

"Now, we finally understand those civilizations we destroyed."

Amid the exchange, the teleportation array was activated.

Batch after batch of Lingxi clansmen, under the guidance of the Super Beast warriors, arrived at the central area of the city.

In the docking of the spatial coordinates, Xiao Xiao Fa Shi personally participated, providing the coordinates given as guidance.

Faced with the inquiries of the other seven Wang Zuo, his explanation was that partial memories obtained when fusing with this body proved that region to be relatively safe.

The other seven Wang Zuo did not doubt this.

They could sense the memory sac within Dao Xiao Xiao Fa's body, confirming he was one of their own kind.

"Begin. Attempt to strip away the world's rules." The Mycelium King's voice echoed overhead, cold and resolute.

His voice, transmitted through communication spores, rapidly spread to every region of the Lingxi World.

The teams led by the War Priests began to move.

Blood-colored chains rose from every region of the world, piercing into the sky and the earth.

Behind them, mountains of resources withered and rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those were treasures plundered across hundreds of worlds, now burning like cheap fuel, providing the blood-colored chains with an endless stream of energy.

This was an all-or-nothing gamble with their future.

The process of collapsing the world and extracting its origin was destined to come at the cost of shattering the entire Homeworld.

As the stripping operation began, the far north of the world was the first to change.

Glaciers that had not melted for ten thousand years suddenly went still, then spiderwebbed with cracks like fragile glass.

Residents of the Ice Snow City streamed out of their homes, looking up in terror at the cracks spreading across the sky.

By the time they realized the glaciers were breaking apart, it was already too late to run.

A flood of extreme cold swept down in an instant, burying the entire city and all traces of its civilization.

Then, in the Western Sea, the lava lake on an island began to churn violently.

The crimson magma thickened; massive bubbles swelled on its surface, and when they burst, they revealed the black void beneath.

In the Emerald Rainforest of the south, the leaves of towering ancient trees suddenly took on a metallic sheen, then warped and twisted like tinfoil crumpled by an invisible hand.

The animals dwelling in the canopies did not even understand what was happening before they shattered into fragments along with the cradle that had nurtured them, tumbling into the fissures splitting the earth.

The sky over the eastern plains began to melt in turn.

The entire firmament dripped a dark blue, gelatinous substance like melting wax.

When it struck the ground, the Lingxi World residents it touched froze in place, sealed like amber, then began vanishing bit by bit from the edges, like pencil marks erased by a rubber.

A youth still held his running posture, but his left foot had already dissolved into nothingness.

The seawater churned violently, rearing up into a kilometer-high wall, only to crystallize into a giant purple crystal the instant it touched the blood-colored chains.

Thousands of cities tilted and toppled like drunkards.

The world's collapse spread to every region.

The earth convulsed, the ground buckling into savage ridges, as if countless giant beasts were writhing and roaring beneath the rock strata.

Throughout this process, world-origin particles continuously converged toward the direction of Apocalypse City.

The sky above Apocalypse City instantly became a shattered kaleidoscope.

Countless blood-colored chains wove themselves into a vast dark-red net across the sky, each chain pulled taut, forcibly extracting the essence of the entire world.

The wails of countless subjects seemed to ring in the ears of the seven great Wang Zuo.

Watching the still-operating teleportation array, a single crystalline drop fell upon the Iron King's visor:

"From a primitive tribe struggling for survival in the swamps, to a cataclysmic disaster that tamed super-beasts and waged war across worlds—the Lingxi race's development has seen many twists and turns, but our ancestors relied on their wisdom to lead the Lingxi race past extinction-level crises again and again… Now, we have once again reached a turning point for survival. I hope we, too, can succeed."

Hearing these words, the other six Wang Zuo felt a tremor in their hearts.

In the history of the Lingxi race, facing the oppression of powerful native races, there had once been a period of migration within the world.

At that time, the Lingxi race was not yet the hegemon of this world.

The ancestors left this single sentence in the history books: We shall return.

But none of them could bring themselves to say similar words now.

This time, after the migration, the Lingxi race would never find a way home again.

Dao Xiao Xiao Fa's feelings at this moment were equally complicated.

Although this was only a game, the emotions of these NPCs were too real, making him unable to stop himself from empathizing.

Looking up at the sky, he saw it torn open like rags, a rift stretching across the horizon.

Through the fissure, multicolored chaotic currents could be seen, and the collapse of the entire world intensified at this moment.

Apocalypse City was the tombstone before this world's collapse.

Countless blood-colored chains trembled violently, forcibly restraining the world-origin scattering across the sky.

Amber streams of light converged like a hundred rivers into the sea, gathering at the city's center into a boiling vortex of energy.

The foundations of the entire city began to glow.

The Lingxi race had not yet mastered the method of crafting rules; all they could do was extract the world-origin and carry it away together.

Two days later.

When the last wisp of world-origin power was injected, the land of Apocalypse City contracted into a world-origin landmass a hundred li in diameter.

The Eight Kings fused with their super-beasts, hovering in the air, looking down at the glittering land beneath their feet and the nebula-like energy flowing through certain regions.

The land of Apocalypse City had already transformed into a World Seed.

The future of the Lingxi race would also take this as its foundation, setting out on a new journey.

"Go!"

As the Shadow King's words fell, the massive teleportation array activated with a sudden roar.

Space began to warp.

In the final moment, they watched the entire Lingxi World collapse like a shattered eggshell.

The origin landmass, carrying the spark of civilization, transformed into a streak of light alongside them and shot into the spatial rift.

The instant they entered the spatial corridor, the Eight Kings simultaneously felt some ancient gaze upon them—a sensation that made them shudder.

As if in the next instant, they would march toward destruction beneath the gaze of those eyes.

But that sensation of being watched vanished in a flash—a false alarm.

Their gazes rested upon the land beneath their feet, which scattered crystalline points of light.

This was the Lingxi Clan's final ark, and also a drifting bottle carrying the memories of an entire Lingxi civilization.

The spatial rift behind them grew ever narrower during the teleportation.

The Eight Kings turned one after another to gaze from afar at the end of the rift, taking one last look back at their homeland.

The Lingxi World had already completely disintegrated, its wreckage slowly sinking into the eternal darkness of the void.

The origin land that had teleported along with them, at this very moment, blossomed with a brilliance never before seen.

Bearing the spark of civilization, like a resplendent star, it flew toward the distant unknown.

(End of Chapter)