Chapter 1542: 392: The Script Beneath the Faded Star Ring

But they knew that perhaps they could survive through this long disaster....

On the other side.

In the ruined wasteland, Ah Lan’s figure swiftly darted through the sky, carried by telekinesis as invisible air currents held him aloft, the dilapidated remnants beneath his feet rushing past.

The next target was the high walls mentioned by the elder.

As he sped forward, he turned to look at Guidance, who had been following him all along, and asked:

"Brother Guide, what exactly is this 40-year cyclical natural disaster?"

In response to the inquiry, Guidance opened his eyes and succinctly answered:

[The natural disaster in the Moon Eclipsing Chapter refers to the derivative energy of the Mingshi Clan’s "Chronological Rules" generating monsters, designed specifically as a disaster for different independent civilization spaces. Your Branch Clan People have already endured five calamities, such as the Devouring World Beast Tide, Echo of the Dead, Green Demon Invasion, and other cyclical apocalypse crises, aiming to add more twists and challenges to the development of civilization.]

[And before every apocalypse crisis unfolds, the Mingshi Clan will, during the peaceful periods, periodically allocate two key resources to that space, namely survival resources and extraordinary resources, to ensure the "observation samples" do not collapse due to basic survival issues and to maintain the direction of the script.]

[Not much explanation for survival resources is needed, but as for extraordinary resources, they primarily empower certain individuals with formidable strength, thereby catalyzing the emergence of heroes and leaders capable of steering the plot, significantly increasing the tension in history, making the incorporated historical storylines more valuable.]

At this point, Guidance raised a hand, and suddenly a light screen appeared in front of Ah Lan.

In the light screen, the gray sky unexpectedly burst into numerous giant energy vortices.

Subsequently, countless light spheres of varying colors, emitting soft yet powerful energy fluctuations, fell from the vortices like a reverse meteor shower, scattering across the ruins and surviving cities.

Each light sphere represents a "gifted" extraordinary power system.

A blazing white light sphere descended into the body of a youth in a crumbling city, instantly enveloping him, reshaping his muscles and bones, and as the brilliance faded, light patterns appeared on his body surface, and a scorching Flame Sword condensed in his hand.

An eerie blue light sphere merged into the consciousness of a scholar curled up in a corner of the ruins.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with countless data streams, and the metallic remains around him suspended and reorganized at his command, transforming into agile shields and weapons.

A verdant green light sphere plummeted into a withered forest, where the ground instantly surged with vibrant life, numerous vines entwining a young girl and symbiotically granting her the ability to manipulate plants and natural energy.

A dark purple light sphere merged into the body of a stealthy shadow dweller, making his form increasingly indistinct, as though he could blend into any dark corner and gained the power to wield shadows.

Besides light spheres, otherworldly weapons, armor, or ancient scroll-like items fell concurrently, with these opportunities hinging on luck.

To the eyes of the Branch Clan People, the entire scene appeared as a divine blessing.

Guidance looked at the scenes in the light screen and explained in a flat tone:

[As you can see, this is the transcendent sowing according to the Mingshi Clan, but in the eyes of your Branch Clan People, this appears as a natural rule within the independent space, where cyclical space rifts bring treasures and powers from different worlds to foster their growth.]

[The different colored light spheres represent different inclined power systems: brilliance, nature, shadow... they selectively merge into individuals whose personalities align with the pre-designed script requirements.]

[These chosen individuals will rapidly grow before disaster strikes, becoming the protagonists of the era, the main force in the upcoming battle against natural disasters, and the primary focus of observation by the Mingshi Clan.]

[When these heroes and leaders rise, the facade of peace will fade away, cyclical natural disasters will arrive as expected, unleashing yet another round of destruction and resistance.]

[The observers of the Mingshi Clan relish witnessing heroes erupt in desperation, civilizations shining with wisdom and courage in moments of life and death, and even the emotional sublimation brought by sacrifices... all intense emotions and extreme choices are regarded as high-value passages in their eyes.]

After listening to Guidance’s explanation, Ah Lan had a clearer understanding of the predicament faced by the Branch Clan People.

The so-called opportunity for strength was merely bait dropped by high-dimensional keepers to ensure the drama remained sufficiently captivating.

The heroes standing tall in dire situations were defending only narratives already penned by others, ultimately becoming an entry in the record of observed history.

A surge of anger suddenly ignited in his heart.

But that emotional fluctuation lasted only a moment before being suppressed back to his heart.

He no longer questioned, accelerating to his limit like a lightning bolt tearing through the gray sky, racing towards the black boundary at the ground’s end.

Finally, that high wall came clearly into view.

Rather than a wall, it was more like a massive shield.

Entirely forged of dark-colored material, its surface smooth as a mirror, flowing with countless energy runes.

And on the other side of the wall.

Deafening roars, explosive sounds from energy detonations, sharp screeches from metal collisions... countless noises merged into a voice wave of frenzy.

Ah Lan hovered above the high wall, his gaze extending beyond the wall’s edge.

Outside the wall was an even more barren, charred land, currently submerged by an endless tide of monsters.