The Monster is Coming

Chapter 407 Ascension Ends, Civilization's Finale

The boundary between the Azure Star Sea and the Ascension Sea.

A once deserted island, inhabited only by seabirds, is now bustling with activity.

A large number of players gathered here, and various vehicles parked on the shallows crowded the already small island.

An atmosphere of excitement and greed filled the air.

In the regional channels, information was flooding the screen like a waterfall:
"Professional knife-stealing team, three assassins with a combined Soul level of 85+ are needed. No freeloaders, follow the captain's movements the whole time, don't come if you're stupid."

"The Tomb Raider team is missing one player. We need an assassin with the Twilight trait, who specializes in stealing the last hit on the battlefield. We guarantee a fair distribution."

"Amplification Squad provides various buffs throughout the process, doubling your combat power and enjoyment on your knife-stealing journey. The price is fair. Squads and teams in need should contact us quickly so you can go to the battlefield in your strongest form..."

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Those who come here are, without exception, vulture-type players attracted by the three-way battle in the sea.

Their team size, and even their individual abilities, are insufficient to participate in a three-way battle head-on.

However, they developed countless "stealing knife" techniques, and repeatedly managed to gain a share of the pie in the gaps of the power struggle among the three giants.

Their star vein combination has four core life souls.

These are Twilight Shadows, used to accelerate stealth.

Extreme speed used to improve maneuverability.

The "Star Shift" soul is used to teleport and quickly close in on low-health targets at crucial moments.

And, the core of what is known as the "closing the door and beating the dog" tactic: the Oath Space.

These four life souls allow assassin players to stealthily search for targets in the chaotic seas of three-way battles, and easily reap the rewards when the opportunity arises.

This is also one of the more popular ways to play recently.

The other two gameplay modes, which are roughly at the same combat power level, are the Adventurer Dungeon and the recently popular Civilization Space Dungeon.

There are three ways to play, each with its own unique features.

The Civilization Space dungeon offers an incredibly satisfying and exhilarating experience, allowing you to crush everyone with overwhelming power.

The "steal a knife" playstyle is the complete opposite, offering a tense and exciting experience that will get your heart racing.

Each successful theft brings the ultimate thrill of stealing treasures from the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The final adventurer dungeon has a stable gameplay mode and a relatively neutral emotional experience, with occasional unexpected surprises.

Those who choose the "steal the knife" playstyle are generally lone wolves or small teams.

As the number of players involved in knife-stealing grew, a new industry emerged: buff teams.

The members of these teams are all support players.

They discovered that players who took the "stealing the knife" route were generally lone wolf players without a support team to provide amplification.

This has created a business opportunity for many support-style players.

Here, by providing buffs, players can obtain sacrificial power from players who steal their weapons, essentially creating an assembly line-like amplification process.

Revenue increases as the number of players participating in this type of gameplay grows.

This deserted island, near the Ascension Sea, has become a spontaneously formed market for knife thieves.

Just recently, the intensity of the three-way war between the Mist Clan, the Ascended Clan, and Shuyan suddenly escalated.

The frequency and scale of battles increased dramatically, and the "knife-stealing industry," which profited from this, also ushered in an unprecedented golden age, with the profits of all participants skyrocketing.

As for the reason, the inquisitive players on the forum have already provided the answer.

The lengthy analysis post on the forum provides a detailed interpretation of General Yeming's change in mindset.

The reason for its sudden expansion of the war is believed to be the Gold Coin Merchants' recent business expansion strategy.

Initially, the Fog Clan could employ the least costly tactic: attrition warfare.

The core reason lies in the war resource support provided by the Gold Coin Merchant Guild.

In particular, there are various powerful recovery potions that can quickly restore one's life even if one is on the verge of death.

This ensures the continued combat capability and survivability of the Mist Clan's high-end combat forces.

This allows Ye Ming to calmly "boil the frog in lukewarm water," slowly wearing down and annihilating the Ascended Clan without severely diminishing its own war potential.

However, when the Gold Coin Merchant Guild opened up its supply procurement channels to both the Ascended Clan and Shuyan, the underlying logic of this war was completely changed.

The Mist Clan's logistical advantage was severely weakened.

Although the Mist Clan still holds the advantage in purchasing resources, after all, the Mist Clan has a stronger resource base than the Ascended Clan and the Book Word Clan.

The more resources you have, the more war resources you can exchange for at the Gold Coin Merchant Guild.

However, the connection between the Ascended Clan and the Gold Coin Merchant Guild also means that the Ascended Clan's "civilization health bar" has become thicker.

They can also procure various medicines to quickly restore their combat strength.

The resistance was thus prolonged, greatly reducing the efficiency of the Mist Clan's encroachment and causing the cost of war to rise sharply.

Secondly, Shuyan's development speed has accelerated.

It can also obtain various spiritual materials through the Gold Coin Merchant Guild to accelerate the construction of the "Story Legion".

The nibbling tactics thus lost their meaning.

The original goal was to achieve victory with minimal cost.

But now, both sides have the ability to refill their cups almost infinitely. If they continue to drag it out, the war will turn into a "pay-to-win war" that is purely a contest of resource consumption.

This is the last thing the Mist Clan wants to see.

The Mist Clan has great ambitions; in their eyes, the three great seas are their own territory.

However, during their dormant years, they were occupied by other forces.

Only by reclaiming the territories of the three major sea areas can we truly restore the glory of the past.

They truly made a fresh start and returned to the monster world.

Therefore, General Yeming's war logic changed.

It can no longer rely on slow attrition and has begun to pursue the ultimate efficiency in warfare.

Taking advantage of the Mist Clan's remaining military strength, they should launch a more intense attack in order to secure victory as soon as possible.

To avoid being dragged into a protracted and detrimental quagmire by the other two forces.

Forum users generally agree with this analysis.

This group of meticulous players, who focus on studying game background information and faction behavior, are actually quite weak in combat.

However, their abilities in data integration, logical reasoning, and even in-depth information analysis are outrageously strong.

They are like intelligence hubs and behind-the-scenes strategists lurking in the forum.

They can always unravel the clues in the background information, piece together a massive amount of fragmented information, and finally piece together the complete logical chain behind the event.

Then, accurately predict the movements of major forces.

Their posts are even important references for many strategy teams to formulate raiding strategies, large guilds to adjust resource deployments, and countless individual players to make choices.

It solved many problems for the development of the player faction.

To paraphrase a player on the forum: We're playing a game, but these bastards are just playing on the forum.

Similarly, strategy-oriented players active on the forum come from all walks of life within the player community.

Only serious gamers typically rely on frequent browsing of forums and even library materials as their main path to progression.

Just as players on the forum were hotly discussing the war situation.

At this moment, the battlefield in the Ascending Sea has transformed into a giant meat grinder that devours lives.

Outside the main battlefield of Ascending Island, every clash between the three main forces was like a catastrophe.

The main line of the Mist Clan is composed of a boundless, writhing, roaring dark nebula.

Hundreds of millions of Mist Warriors concealed themselves within the mist, occasionally revealing themselves and converging into waves of mist, carrying a bone-corroding aura, repeatedly striking the Ascended Clan's defenses.

Each time the sorcerers of the Mist Clan in the rear collectively released their power, they could stir up countless energy ripples on the protective array of the Ascended Island.

The roar of energy it emitted was enough to shatter a small world.

Faced with the all-out war launched by the Mist Clan, the Ascended Clan had nowhere left to retreat.

They burned with the accumulated power of countless years, turning the immortal islands surrounding the Ascension Island into war fortresses. Countless Ascension Warriors, clad in elemental light, formed battle formations, like dazzling aurora blooming in the darkness. Various rule-based elemental energies collided violently with the raging tide of mist.

The brilliance of magic, the shattering of magical artifacts, the fall of ascended beings... every second pushes the brutality of the war to new heights.

With the last rays of civilization, they waged the most tragic resistance.

Shuyan's intervention introduced many variables into the war.

The legions formed by the story possess infinite potential for development.

The system architecture of "one page, one army; one thought, one form" allows Shuyan to switch war modes anytime, anywhere, according to the battlefield situation.

Its legions can be endless waves of monsters, or they can be solitary warriors born specifically to slay gods.

In the face of the unique characteristics of the Mist Clan's war, Shuyan possesses a systemic advantage and can construct a restrained narrative.

For example, in one story setting, a special life form is created whose sole purpose is to chase and devour the mist.

The offensive tactics of the Shuyan Legion are ever-changing.

One second they were fiercely fighting and clashing head-on with the Mist Clan, the next second the legion switched to a mental attack, with countless voices ringing in the minds of the Mist Clan, bewitching and hypnotizing them.

Many mental injuries can even cause Mist Warriors to fall into a state of momentary confusion and self-doubt.

The war in the book has already broken free from the limitations of the established framework.

It is more in line with the imagination of war.

Through story content, redefine the war model in your own way.

The clash between the three forces unleashed a devastating energy storm.

The space along the main battlefront is constantly cracking and healing.

The passing of life here becomes a series of constantly fluctuating numbers.

This is also the norm in the monster world.

Various factions wager their own civilizations and use hundreds of millions of their people as pawns in a qualifying round to vie for the future.

At this stage, any player team, or even a guild or warband-level force, will be like a drop of water thrown into boiling lava, quickly evaporating.

The direction of the players who steal knives is mainly the secondary battlefronts outside the main clashes of the three main forces.

At this moment, in the center of the vast army of the Mist Clan, a figure sat upright on the back of a war beast formed from condensed mist.

It is none other than Ye Ming, the general who leads the external wars within the Mingwu Clan.

Ye Ming's gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, gazing towards the core island of the Ascended Clan.

There rises the light of the elements of rules, which are willing to burn the very source of civilization in order to put up a stubborn resistance.

It slowly rose from the back of the giant beast, and the oppressive aura emanating from its body caused the surrounding boiling sea of ​​mist to freeze.

Without a word, it raised its hand and reached out to grab the boundless army of mist behind it.

In an instant, wisps of pure Netherworld Mist Origin Power emanated from the bodies of numerous Netherworld Mist Warriors, converging towards its palm like rivers flowing into the sea.

This is a battle formation-like combat system that integrates the strength of the tribe.

The figures of the numerous mist warriors dimmed slightly, but the energy they provided condensed in Ye Ming's hand into a dark, extremely compressed ball of energy that devoured light.

The next second, it slammed its palm down on the distant, ascending island.

The darkness in his hand vanished instantly, traversing space to appear above the Ascension Island, transforming into a gigantic, sky-covering, misty hand.

It felt as if countless twisted and wailing faces were spinning in his palm, carrying the power of the annihilating laws of the Netherworld, and pressing down fiercely.

Just as this destructive palm strike was about to touch the island's protective array.

Deep within the island, a figure as radiant as the rising sun soared into the sky.

It was none other than "Crimson Flame," the leader of the Ascended Clan.

It was surrounded by a surging, burning elemental glow.

He raised his hands, drawing upon the power of the lower magic array and all the ascended warriors on the island.

Countless ascendants sat cross-legged, pouring their elemental immortal power into the earth without reservation, which then converged into the crimson flames through an array.

Their faces turned pale at a visible speed, but the power they gathered was immense, forming a protective sword above Chi Yan's head, purely generated by the "power of spiritual root rules," which slashed back towards the giant palm of the mist.

The attack silently pierced through the island's defensive barriers and collided with the giant hand of the mist.

boom!
In an instant, a terrifying energy shock suddenly spread out in a ring.

The shockwave immediately affected the front lines where fierce fighting was taking place.

However, both sides possess battle formation systems, and the sweeping shockwaves are continuously propagated backward, absorbed through a shared approach.

On the side of the Mist Clan, a large number of Mist warriors were violently shaken by the impact, their bodies uncontrollably turning into mist. Some of their energy was drawn away by the formation's characteristics and flowed into General Yeming's body from a distance, maintaining the power of this palm strike.

On the side of the Ascended Clan, the warriors who formed the array to provide power collapsed to the ground with muffled groans, and those with slightly weaker cultivation even exploded and died.

Their life force and elemental magic were drained away by the formation even faster, turning into fuel to support the "Guardian Sword".

What appears to be a contest between the top combat forces of both sides is actually the result of countless main force soldiers maintaining and attrition.

This is also a characteristic of the monster world, where forces with the "Union System" clash.

The balance of war, unless it is a crushing victory, is not determined by the outcome between the strongest individuals.

It depends more on which side's "battery" is depleted first.

The confidence that Ye Ming dared to launch a general offensive stemmed from the fact that the Mingwu Clan had a much deeper foundation than the Ascended Clan.

In terms of the "unified system" between the two sides, the Mist Clan holds an absolute advantage, while the Ascended Clan's construction in this regard is even lagging behind that of the Book Words.

The Ascended race's method of "uniting" is entirely based on draining the life force of their own warriors.

The giant palm of mist and the guardian sword were locked in a stalemate high in the sky. With each burst of energy, swarms of ascended warriors were exhausted.

The light on the island dimmed at a visible speed.

The guardian sword, though still dazzling, was trembling slightly, emitting a hum that seemed to be straining under its own weight.

Chi Yan's figure was also trembling violently, and the elemental radiance on his body was flickering, clearly indicating that he was approaching his limit.

On the other hand, many of the Mist Clan's Mist Walkers also became illusory due to the extraction of their power, but their "United System" was more efficient and consumed very little from the individual.

Ye Ming stood before the throne, his expression icy, maintaining the oppressive presence of his massive hand.

He wanted to use this most direct method to completely exhaust the already depleted Ascended civilization.

During this period, the Ascended Clan's defenses showed signs of collapse. Some peripheral immortal islands, due to insufficient energy supply, had their protective shields ruptured and were instantly swallowed and annihilated by the endless mist.

A sense of despair spread among the ascendants.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred on the flank of the battlefield. The background of space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing a bizarre and colorful domain composed of countless lights and shadows.

Immediately afterwards, light and shadow created a vast army.

Mountains and rivers, corresponding to the background of the story, unfold like a scroll within the realm.

Emerging from within were illusory "heroic spirits" clad in tattered armor, wielding broken weapons, their eyes burning with the flames of obsession.

The title of this story is: Elegy for Heroes.

These "heroic spirits" did not directly attack the Mist Clan, but instead transformed into streaks of light, fearlessly crashing into the Ascended Clan's collapsing defenses, merging with the figures of the exhausted Ascended warriors.

In an instant, the Ascended Warrior, who had been completely exhausted, felt a surge of immense power welling up within him, sweeping away all fatigue and igniting a fighting spirit that even surpassed his peak.

Their weapons were then covered with a layer of illusory flames, which could briefly scorch through the fog when swung.

In Shuyan's story, heroic spirits are a means of combat; they combine with warriors to grant them immense power.

Meanwhile, another legion of the Book Words launched an attack on the flank of the Mist Clan.

The generated beings, without physical form, combined to create a large-scale mental shock, severely disrupting the energy transmission efficiency of the Mist Clan's army formation, causing a decrease in the combined power support that Nightshade received from the rear.

"Red Flame, hold on, their combined forces are not invincible." Shu Yan's voice transformed into a beam of mental energy, resounding directly in Red Flame's ears.

With this unexpected assistance, Chi Yan's pressure decreased dramatically. He roared, and the light of the Guardian Sword above his head surged once more, with countless pulsating elemental runes swirling around the giant sword.

It withstood the relentless pressure from the giant palm of the mist.

But Chi Yan knew very well.

Shuyan's assistance was not to save the Ascended Clan, but simply to alleviate his own pressure.

With the Ascended Clan completely collapsed, the Mist Clan will now concentrate all its forces to deal with it.

Helping the Ascended Clan hold out for a little longer and deplete the Mist Clan's strength is buying them more time to build their own narrative of "restraining the Mist Clan."

It uses the Ascended race as a shield, while it hides behind the shield, honing its blade to strike the throat of the Dark Mist.

But it had no choice.

Without Shuyan's help, everything would have been lost.

The battle situation briefly stalled due to the unpredictable changes in Shuyan's actions.

But all three parties involved, and even the players watching the drama unfold through live streams, understand this.

The decline of the Ascended Clan is a foregone conclusion, and this stalemate is destined not to last long.

During the fierce three-way battle, the regional channels and live broadcast rooms were incredibly lively.

Players are speculating how long the Ascended Clan can hold out, and whether their inevitable defeat can be reversed.

Players are largely in agreement on this.

Almost all players believed that the Ascended race was destined to fail, and its demise was only a matter of time.

Many players asked questions in the live stream, expressing the following opinions:
Since the Ascended Clan is doomed to defeat, what is the point of continuing to persist? At this point, they should turn around and bite Shuyan hard, dragging this force that has dragged the Ascended Clan into the abyss of war to their doom. What is the point of continuing to drag it out?
Just as players were discussing the matter, a forum post appeared, quickly silencing their mockery.

[Regarding some of the offensive mockery surrounding live streaming and regional channels, here are my thoughts.]

Posted by: The top is blue.

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Everyone felt that the Ascended Clan was doomed to lose, so continuing to persist was pointless.

But what I want to say is, if you know you're going to lose, should you just give up?
Is dying on your knees the same as dying standing up?

Even if the outcome was already predetermined, the Ascended Clan's choice to burn their last reserves to resist is an act that should not be ridiculed.

The significance that the Ascended Clan persists in may never have been about changing their predetermined fate.

Rather, it's about defining how you arrive at that ending and deciding how you will be remembered.

For the Ascended race, their perseverance is the final chapter in the history of their civilization.

They chose to kneel and perish in the mist, becoming a mocking backdrop in the enemy's history of victory.

Or choose to stand tall and fight until the last second when the flame of civilization is completely extinguished, in the most brilliant and tragic way, to etch the words "Ascension Clan" into the history of the Dark Mist, into the Book of Words, and even into the deepest memories of us bystanders.

Your current perseverance can also be seen as a form of proof.

This proves that they existed, fought, and were by no means meek lambs heading towards destruction.

It may not guarantee survival, but it can bring dignity.

Some might think that talking about dignity in a monster world is ridiculous, and that winning is everything.

But let's put ourselves in their shoes and think from the perspective of the ascendants.

They have reached a dead end, and the only thing they can decide is in what capacity they exit the stage.

Are they humble losers, or warriors who fight to the very end?

This is writing the memory of an ascended civilization for the enemy.

Every instance of their resistance was a message to the enemy.

What you defeated was not a civilization that knelt and begged for mercy, but an opponent that fought to the bitter end.

This in itself is the last glory that the loser can strive for in an inevitable defeat.

Our current efforts are also writing an epitaph for the entire civilization.

The epitaph does not record what they lost, but what they held fast to and what price they made the enemy pay.

Our players' history will also be recorded.

In the future, when we players look back on this history, we will remember the final burning of the Ascended.

Future newcomers will also know that there was once a force in the Ascension Sea that resisted until it was extinguished.

The Ascended Race is undergoing a tribulation for the entire civilization, aiming to complete the most magnificent ascension.

Even if this calamity is destined to end in death.

Finally, I hope everyone will show some respect.

The Ascended race is bringing their civilization to a close in the most dazzling way.

A familiar old rival is about to exit the historical stage of the struggle between billions of races, becoming a memory point in the players' history books.

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The post quickly gained popularity.

This resonated with many players and was widely shared.

Many players have put away their playful attitude and begun to look at the battlefield, which is burning with the fuel of an entire civilization, from a different perspective, or even with a sense of farewell.

On the battlefield, the brief stalemate has been broken.
Ye Ming was unwilling to give the Ascended Clan any more breathing room.

He waved his arms, and the endless fog army behind him roared deafeningly, creating sonic waves that swept across the sea.

Ye Ming uttered a soft incantation, and a Death Word rule mark appeared in his palm.

A rune appeared above: "All silence returns to the abyss."

Instantly, the vast sea of ​​mist boiled violently, and countless thick, incomparably strong, nether chains tore through the mist. The chains were wrapped with twisted faces that had been defeated by the Death Whisperers, like tentacles from the abyss, pulling towards the Ascension Island from all directions.

At the same time, high in the sky, tens of thousands of pitch-black spears condensed from the thick, inky fog, their tips gleaming with a cold light, and poured down like a torrential rain.

The Ascended Clan also gave their final response.

Chi Yan roared to the sky, and immediately all the remaining ascended warriors poured the energy derived from the rules within their bodies into the great formation without reservation.

Below, the Spirit Root Divine Pillar rose from the ground, and a rule rune appeared at its center, releasing countless streams of light.

The dilapidated immortal islands surrounding the main island simultaneously emitted dazzling light, and beams of brilliant immortal light shot into the sky, weaving together in the air to form a net of light with countless elemental runes flowing on its surface, attempting to intercept this rain of spears from the sky.

At the same time, all the ascended warriors on the island performed hand seals.

By drawing upon the residual spiritual energy within his body, countless phantom images of flying swords and magical artifacts, burning with the power of primordial elements, soared into the sky.

Like a meteor shower flowing against the current, it crashed headlong into the ghostly chains that were being pulled from in front of the island.

boom! boom! boom!
In an instant, the entire battlefield was completely engulfed by the light of countless magical attacks clashing.

Chains and torrents of flying swords clashed together, with flying swords constantly shattering with mournful cries, and chains collapsing due to the pure elements of the rules.

Above, a rain of pitch-black spears crashed into the giant net of rosy light, exploding into vortexes of energy. Each impact caused the net to shake violently and the inscriptions to dim, but the ascendants who followed immediately made up for it with their lives, using their bodies and last bit of strength to keep the net from collapsing.

This was a devastating exchange of blows so frequent that even the viewers in the live stream were amazed.

Mist, whispers of the dead, spiritual root elements, and the ever-changing power of ink... four completely different energies collided wildly in every inch of space.

The exploding orbs of light continued unabated, unleashing an apocalyptic storm that swept across the ascending sea.

A large number of marine creatures were also affected and perished instantly.

Fishing enthusiasts were cursing, feeling that their fishing ponds had suffered heavy losses.

In this war, Shuyan's assistance made the Ascended Clan's counterattack even more magnificent.

But ultimately, it was the last gasp of its kind.

The cracks on the elemental web are increasing, and the torrent of flying swords that are making a comeback is becoming increasingly sparse.

In contrast, the attacks of the Mist Clan seemed endless, with each wave stronger than the last.

Finally, with a crisp cracking sound, a huge gap was torn in the giant elemental net formed by the immortal array.

The next moment, an endless rain of ghostly spears and chains poured in through the gap.

Boom!

The largest ascension island was the first to be struck by several enormous nether chains. Terrifying energy spread instantly, causing the island to tremble violently, the earth to crack, and magnificent buildings to collapse in large numbers, turning into dust.

Immediately afterwards, more of the surrounding islands were covered, pierced, and detonated by the rain of spears.

Chi Yan's figure stubbornly persisted amidst the explosion.

In its eyes, the last glimmer of the ascended civilization was rapidly dimmed and extinguished under the overwhelming encroachment of darkness.

The Ascended Clan has been defeated.

Chi Yan's figure stood firm in the core of the destructive storm, his elemental radiance already shattered, like a candle flickering in the wind.

It roared to the sky, venting its emotions.

His gaze swept over the shattered earth, the overturned celestial palace, and the people who had vanished in the dark tide.

Once upon a time, it was born from the body of the previous generation of leaders, bathed in hope, and took over the reins of civilization.

The first memory is of the glory of our ancestors and the expectations of our countless clansmen.

It once vowed to lead the Ascended Race to unprecedented glory, and to let the sparks of civilization ignite a wider sea of ​​stars.

I once thought I would be the great ruler who would carry on the legacy of the past and usher in a new era.

But harsh reality told it that it failed to become the creator of glory, and instead became the guardian of the ascended civilization.

An indescribable sense of tragic grandeur gripped its heart.

There was no fear of death, only regret for unfinished work.

It is a feeling of guilt for failing to keep a promise, and a deep regret that this brilliant civilization ended in our hands.

It ultimately failed to lead its people to revival, but witnessed its demise.

This resentment transformed into a mournful roar that tore through the sky.

The final note of civilization is about to be played, leaving only deathly silence.

Chi Yan's mangled body swayed precariously in the energy storm, his spiritual root core riddled with cracks.

Its vision was already blurred, and all it could hear was the lament of a collapsing civilization.

Just as the endless darkness was about to completely engulf it, its gaze turned with difficulty to the flank of the battlefield.

The domain controlled by Shuyan continued to flicker stubbornly, resisting the encroachment of the Mist Legion.

A profound realization, transcending self-preservation, ignited like the last spark in the consciousness as the crimson flames were about to be extinguished.

It burned its last remaining will and shattered body to forcibly strip and condense the rules of the spiritual root from its body.

A tiny seed, so faint it seemed to scatter with a breath, was enveloped along with the core of the rules.

Crimson Flame roared, tearing through space and forcefully throwing the rules of its spiritual root into the rift.

Chi Yan was well aware of the brutal narratives between races.

But this is the last thing it can do for an ascending civilization.

As the master of civilization, we seek a possible place for civilization to take root and continue.

Shuyan is different from the Mingwu Clan.

It also connects to cultivation worlds and a large number of other small worlds, making it undoubtedly the best choice.

If Shuyan so desires, he can cast the spiritual root seed into any small world, allowing it to take root and then grow and die on its own.

The flame of civilization will continue from here.

The moment the handover was completed, Chi Yan's tattered body completely disintegrated and vanished into nothingness.

Completely integrated into the churning fragments of the island.

The streak of light thrown by Chi Yan traversed space and appeared within Shu Yan's domain, where it was held up by an invisible force.

They were then pulled into the deeper layers of the domain.

Here, all is quiet, except for countless flowing storylines that intertwine, weaving a grand narrative belonging to Shuyan.

Shuyan's will manifested as a ball of light, gazing at the "Spiritual Root Rule Imprint" and the seed representing the hope for the continuation of the Ascended Clan's civilization.

It understood that this rule was a gift from Crimson Flame so that civilization could continue to exist.

A wisp of spiritual power rose from within Shuyan's sphere of will, gently brushing against the seed as if brushing away a tiny speck of dust.

puff.

The crisp cracking sound was like the end of a civilized chapter.

The last spark of the ascended civilization failed to even cause a ripple before it completely dimmed and shattered, ultimately turning into a void of light and dissipating into the deep space.

There was no reason, no right or wrong, and certainly no pity or hatred.

The echo of a failed civilization is meaningless to it.

Even extending its future could be accomplished with just a thought.

But extinguishing it is the simplest and most efficient option.

Thus, the final note of the Ascended Civilization was played.

That's the end.

　Here are 8300 words~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)