The villains are redeemed, and the heroines cry and beg for forgiveness.

All the creatures he touched, whether human or other creatures on Ark City, were tainted with an aura of death, no different from the ubiquitous black flood.

The moment that black, deathly aura emanated, those creatures collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.

Their companions saw this but showed no intention of helping them. Instead, they used a barrier to cover them up, tears streaming down their faces.

These people are already "dead," and trying to save them would only taint you with their dark aura.

They were encased and isolated by a device, simply because the flesh and blood of living beings were also one of the Ark's energy sources and could not be wasted.

Suddenly, beams of intense light, like the sun, shone from the central tower of the ark.

These lights were dazzling, but they brought them immense peace of mind.

Under the illumination of these lights, even shadows vanished without a trace, and these strange monsters with black auras also disappeared into thin air.

Soon, the strange, black-clad monsters disappeared from the edge of the ark, and the survivors knew they had escaped this time.

Some people shouted with joy, some cried out in grief for the loss of their loved ones, and others wailed – they were people who had been tainted by a trace of black energy and were not yet “dead”.

These black auras, like death itself, slowly spread over them, gradually leading them towards the realm of death.

"Where is the prophet? Why hasn't the prophet arrived yet!"

"Prophet! Save us!"

The voices of those people were filled with hope, but also with despair and terror.

In the past, the prophets always arrived quickly to help them resolve the problem of the black aura, so why haven't they arrived yet today?

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." A gentle and mellow voice suddenly rang out.

A pair of smooth, jade-like hands touched the injured person's body; the owner of the hands appeared to be a "young man".

However, to the disappointment of everyone watching from outside the screen, the "young man's" face was blurred.

A vibrant energy burst forth, expelling the deathly black aura from the injured man's body.

One, one, and another...

All those who could be "cured" had returned to normal, and they immediately bowed down to the "young man" standing not far away, kowtowing with great respect.

Long live the Prophet!

Long live the Prophet!

Long live the Prophet!

......

The "young man" sighed. Perhaps he was tired of the long explanations. In the end, he didn't say anything about these actions. He just said to the people around him, "Check if those who have been corrupted by death have any relatives or friends. If they do, give them the belongings of the victims before they are thrown into the Ark's central hub."

Those who die on the ark will eventually be put into the central hub, becoming the energy that keeps the ark running so that the living can continue to live.

"How far are we from the sea eye?" the "prophet" suddenly asked.

"If the Ark continues at its current speed without changing, it will only have two more days at most," the person next to him replied.

Are there any surviving intelligent races there?

"Yes, the merfolk."

"Mermaids? How did they manage that?"

"The Queen of the Merfolk created a small ocean in the sky."

"I see. However, the spiritual energy in the world is waning, so she probably won't be able to hold on for long. And even if she can, the sky will soon no longer be a safe area. The merfolk are much more familiar with that sea area than we are, so we should be able to win them over. Sealing the sea eye will also benefit them."

......

Outside the light screen.

Mermaid tribe?

He mentioned mermaids?

Eudora's eyes widened.

The history of the mermaid race has always been fragmented, so let alone the prehistoric era that is unknown how many years ago, she is not very clear about even a history of a few hundred years. She can only understand and infer from the oral accounts of old mermaids and some records of humans.

Now that she could actually see her ancestors from the time of the great flood, Eudora couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

"To be able to create a small ocean in the sky to temporarily house my people, even with my current strength, I would find it somewhat difficult to do such a thing."

Eudora thought to herself.

She felt a surge of pride when she realized that her mermaid clan had once had such powerful ancestors.

"Is it really possible to create a small ocean in the sky? Won't the seawater fall down?" Other powerful humans were also amazed by this.

"The Sky Sea, what formidable power!"

"Fortunately, the merfolk have never had such a powerful queen again, otherwise humanity would be in some trouble."

Some people have said the same thing.

Although his words drew angry glares from the sea tribe, he didn't care. Anyway, the sea tribe had fallen out with them and were now on the opposite side, so what was wrong with him gloating?

Yudora glanced at him. If she weren't looking for an opportunity to save Gu Ran, she would have already rushed up and slammed him into the ground.

Xue Xiling frowned as she looked at the screen.

The content on the screen was somewhat different from what she had expected. She had always suspected that this exploration of the ruins had caused a negative change in Gu Ran, ultimately leading to a drastic change in his personality and turning him into a cruel and bloodthirsty tyrant.

Judging from the current situation, everything seems to be going quite normally.

She had fainted twice, and she initially thought that Gu Ran had been affected by something evil during those two fainting spells. However, to her surprise, Gu Ran's experience during both fainting spells was considered "normal".

The first time was when I talked to the "Tyrant Phantom" of Canglong City more than 300 years ago. Then I went through a "simulation" and learned about the Star Stone and some secrets of Canglong City more than 300 years ago.

The second time, like them, he was "watching a movie," observing some even more ancient secrets. Although these secrets were called "the truth of the world" by that mysterious text, they didn't seem like the factors that could cause such a drastic change in Gu Ran.

Could it be that something else happened later?

Xue Xiling thought to herself.

......

The ark, resembling a giant island, sailed majestically toward the original habitat of the mermaids. Along the way, it encountered several attacks from strange monsters like those before, and some people were injured. However, due to proper response and timely handling, no large-scale casualties were caused.

During this period, the figure of the "Prophet" was the most frequently seen, because everyone who was invaded by the black aura but not deeply needed his salvation in order to completely get rid of the residue of the black aura on their body.

Those people saw the "prophet" with great reverence, as if he were a majestic mountain they could rely on.

However, if those around them look closely, they can see that the majestic mountain has already shown signs of collapse.

After the strange monsters attacked, the "prophet" always appeared just within the red line, saving them just before the black aura completely engulfed them.

......

"Wouldn't he be sacrificing himself by saving those people?"

"Why do I feel like that prophet is getting older and older?"

Outside the light screen, some powerful individuals also keenly noticed this. They couldn't see the "prophet's" face, but they could still sense it.

"By the way, what exactly is this 'prophet'? Wasn't the technology of the previous civilization quite advanced? Why would they have such a religiously superstitious title?"

"The prophet... what can he foresee?"

Everyone was very interested in this "prophet" who had appeared.

......

“The prophet is not a prophet; it’s ridiculous to be given that title.” The “prophet” said to the children surrounding him, “Because although the world will continue to operate according to its established trajectory, it can also change at any time due to various factors. Once it changes, you can no longer be a prophet.”

The children surrounding him seemed to understand but not quite.

The "prophet" didn't seem to expect these naive children to understand what he was saying, but he continued speaking, as if explaining.

"People call the world's operation according to a predetermined trajectory 'fate,' but since fate can be changed by people, why should we revere it so much?"

Suddenly a child asked, "Is fate as enormous as the ark, so that ordinary people can't change it, just like the ark, only prophets can change its course?"

The "Prophet" paused, smiled, thought for a moment, nodded, then shook his head: "You're right, but not entirely right. It's true that only I can change the Ark's course, but what is the reason I would change the Ark's course? Have you thought about that?"

The little boy was puzzled and looked at the "prophet" with a blank expression.

"The Ark was built and advanced for only one purpose: to preserve the spark of human civilization and to solve the cataclysmic disaster."

The sound drifted on the wind and reached everyone's ears.

"Alright, that's enough. I'm busy now, you can go ahead." The "Prophet" smiled and waved.

"Prophet, we've arrived at the Merfolk territory! Look, that huge patch of dark clouds in the sky is the Sky Sea created by the Merfolk Queen."

A voice rang out, and the owner of the voice immediately ran towards the "prophet".

......

"You are the 'prophet' of mankind. I heard you have lived for over a hundred years? But why do you not look old at all?"

"Could this rumor be false? Is it possible that the title of 'prophet' is passed down through generations among you humans, and you are actually the successor of the previous 'prophet'? But you claim to be the same person to the outside world?"

In the sky, the Mermaid Queen looked at the "Prophet" with shock and confusion in her eyes.

The "prophet" smiled and nodded: "The rumors are indeed false. If we only consider this time and space world, I have lived for three hundred years."

Mermaid Queen: "..."