Emotions in the deathly silence can no longer give birth to new colors. Art, philosophy, technology... all domains have reached closure, lifeless and unable to stir even the slightest ripple.
The entire world is like a thoroughly solidified crystal ball.
They are trapped within it, becoming prisoners of their own splendor.
This "perfection" itself is the most brutal punishment, bringing with it a growing, maddening void.
This state was once the dream of the Mingshi Clan, for which countless clansmen shed their blood and fervently fought.
But now it has become a grave.
Behind the impossible climb is nowhere to climb.
Everything has an end; even the future has become an extension of the past, with no changes.
The Mingshi Clan was not born as cold observers and Reapers.
In the long-sealed glorious years, the ancestors of the Mingshi Clan were passionate Explorers, brave enough to face the unknown Darkness and willing to sacrifice themselves as Martyrs for the continuation of the clan.
They united as one, gathering the fire of their entire civilization, until they stood at the peak of the world.
This journey is the most glorious and memorable history of the Mingshi Clan.
But reaching the end, they found that the peak was not as beautiful as imagined.
It was this extreme fear of the end, and the strong rejection of the void.
Ultimately, it forced the ancestors of the Mingshi Clan, carrying resolution, to tear through the world’s barriers and plunge into the crisis-ridden yet full of infinite possibilities Monster World.
Thus, they can understand why many clans descending into Monster World make this choice.
Because they would rather burn out in the flames and blood of Monster World than decay with Withering on their homeland.
So, like the Mingshi Clan, they turned their gaze to Monster World.
Carrying the "ticket" accumulated by depleting the resources of a world, with scanty foundations won by countless compatriots’ sacrifices, they plunged headlong into this bottomless hunting ground like gamblers betting everything.
These descending clans know that they are likely to become food for other clans.
Or a segment of "text" in a grand historical narrative of a stronger civilization.
But this in itself, in the eyes of many races drifting toward void, is a proof of existence.
Unwilling to be mediocre, giving everything to launch an assault on the highest is undoubtedly a magnificent journey.
Even if they fail, the flame that bursts at Destruction is more brilliant than eternal loneliness.
This has nothing to do with heroism.
The seemingly reckless all-or-nothing gamble is actually the most rational choice of these clans after weighing pros and cons many times.
Betting the heritage of the entire clan to win a near-zero, transcendental opportunity.
If successful, the sea is boundless, stepping into the real forest of the strong.
Standing high to witness a vast landscape, competing with top Strong Clans for true peaks.
If they fail, they just return to the void.
But at least they have seen the true vastness, rather than dying in the gentle prison of their homeland.
Monster World is such a cruel yet fair arena for civilizations.
Unveiling its charm nakedly to all civilizations.
Infinite resource wealth, all-encompassing development opportunities, endless Rule Powers... and an unpredictable tomorrow.
It is this unknown that attracts countless clans to follow one after another.
Apart from the small clans that arrived by accident, most of the clans occupying a corner of Monster World are like this.
Aware of the risks of Monster World, yet willing to gamble the continuation of their entire civilization for an opportunity to prove their worth.
No matter if this value is to become the Hunter or to become a substantial "feast" in others’ eyes.
Monster World never promised fairness, but it did provide all civilizations with a fresh path to continue forward.
At this moment, the fear growing inside awakened the dormant grand ambition of the Chronologist.
The Rule collisions displayed on the three-sided battlefield, the terrifying powers of burning stars and boiling seas, reshaping order... are both threats and a magnificent and grand painting unfolding before their eyes.
An indescribable desire is crazily growing, burning deep within their heart.
There is both a fear of the clan’s Destruction and an extreme longing to participate in it.
Mingshi Clan chose to enter Monster World not to occupy a corner and just be rulers of a limited domain.
They tore through the prison of their homeland and ventured into Monster World precisely to see this boundless vastness, to climb peaks that require looking up.
"This world... is too wonderful!"
The will of the Chronologist resounded with a silent shout.
They can imagine countless unprecedented wonders emerging continuously during the climb.
The future path is bound to be filled with thorns and corpses, yet also destined... to be extraordinarily splendid.
Using the rise and fall of myriad civilizations under their command as fuel to propel the Mingshi Clan to climb higher levels.
The consciousness of the Chronologist swept once more over the Sea of Civilization, igniting a strong ambition for growth.
The Ultimate charm of Monster World lies in this.
It can always let you see higher mountains and leave you the chance to climb.
And the Mingshi Clan gladly accepts this challenge.
At this moment, they suddenly noticed, in the Blood-colored Heart Space, the appearance of worm-like figures once again.
The boiling blood in their heart once again transformed into cold Killing Intent.
...
Primordial Altar.
In Qi Sheng’s mind, the latest information from the forum was surging.
The discussion of the Civilization Space Dungeon has become the hottest mainstream topic in recent days.
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