High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

"When the second Black Calamity descended without warning, they were already mired in a civil war. This time, however, the Black Calamity was not as ferocious as the first."

Severe internal strife and a fragmented power base, the Eternal Remnants were caught off guard, and the defenses of many 'heavens' were breached.

"When the second black calamity receded, nearly half of the thirty-six 'heavens' had completely collapsed, and their surviving clans had vanished into thin air. The remaining ones were also mostly severely weakened."

"What followed was a struggle and consolidation that lasted for dozens of epochs. In an environment where vengeful spirits lurked and the shadow of darkness lingered, the law of the jungle was brought to its extreme."

When the shadow of the third Black Calamity appears, only the current sixteen remaining races will still retain their 'Heavens' intact and possess sufficient power.

She looked at Su Jie: "They are the victors who survived the most brutal selection and fighting, and became stronger, more united, and more exclusive."

Now, those thirty-six places of creation are theirs for the taking. Any race that tries to seize a part of the heavens will be suppressed or even wiped out without hesitation by the sixteen great clans.

They may fight among themselves, but they will never allow an "outsider" to shake their transcendent status, which they have earned through countless sacrifices.

"Therefore, the current situation on the Eternal Continent is that the sixteen great Eternal Races occupy the thirty-six 'heavenly level' lands of creation on the Eternal Continent."

"Aside from a few wandering undead vengeful spirits, the vast majority of strange beasts, monsters, and undead vengeful spirits reside in the 'Forbidden Zone of Life' at the center of the Eternal Continent."

"Other races and creatures use the forward bases they establish at the borders of their own territories with the continent as springboards to enter the Eternal Continent."

Go explore and compete for those endless secret realms, blessed lands, traditions, and relics.

Upon hearing this, Su Jie suddenly interrupted, "Wait. Since there are so many unclaimed treasure troves, why establish a defensive line here?"

"Can't we just occupy those precious lands directly and use them as our racial base on the Eternal Continent?"

"Historically, it's not that no race has ever tried," Bingli said with a hint of heaviness. "They also briefly occupied a blessed land, attempting to establish a base."

"But every ten thousand years, a strange power will become active, driving undead vengeful spirits to sweep and cleanse the entire Eternal Continent for thousands of years."

And those bases within the Eternal Continent, without exception, will ultimately be overwhelmed by the relentless and relentless counterattacks of the undead vengeful spirits.

"At that time, the Eternal Continent will become a true 'dead zone.' Even the sixteen great remnant races will only be able to barely protect themselves by hiding within the 'heavens' left by their ancestors."

The "Bloodline Great Wall" we built, as well as other border defenses of all races, will also face their most devastating moments during each sweeping campaign.

That was a desperate drain, filled with corpses and ground down with the soul.

Beyond the defensive line lies an endless, undead frenzy driven by a strange will;

Beyond the defensive line lies the homeland and the billions of lives behind us that we must each protect.

If we fail to defend, the defenses will collapse, and a torrent of vengeful spirits will sweep in, turning the rear into scorched earth in an instant, and the spark of civilization will suffer annihilation.

To defend means to use the blood and flesh of generations of the bravest warriors to repeatedly reinforce that wall that seems to be on the verge of collapse.

Therefore, every calamity that occurs once every ten thousand years is the most painful and darkest period for the border regions. But no one dares to retreat, and no one can retreat.

"The main actions of all races in the heavens today, including the sixteen great remnant races, on the Eternal Continent."

During the ten-thousand-year gap, they went out to "conquer cities and territories," seize resources and treasures, and frantically improve their own strength.

Before the arrival of the Undying Frenzy, they proactively abandoned all secret realms, withdrew from their defensive lines, and prepared to face a thousand-year blood war.

After the tide recedes, a new round of exploration and competition will begin.

Su Jie listened silently, his face expressionless, but his heart sank.

So this is the true "destiny" hanging over all races. It's not a conflict between races, but an immortal frenzy that occurs once every ten thousand years.

They forged a defensive line with their blood and flesh, just to fight for the civilization behind them for another ten thousand years amidst the sweeping attacks of the bizarre and vengeful spirits.

Was it tragic? Yes, it was tragic.

"So," he suddenly began, "what have we gained after paying such a high price, building these defenses, and sacrificing generations?"

Bingli stared at Su Jie: "Our human race withdrew from the Eternal Continent during the Third Black Calamity, and for a long time afterward, there were only a few dozen Great Thousand Worlds."

Now, we possess nine celestial realms, three thousand great worlds, and countless domains that illuminate the void behind us like stars.

Every inch of territory expanded, every bit of strength enhanced, was reclaimed from the Eternal Continent.

"But you must understand," her tone turned solemn, "when the tide of immortality arrives, all races will become allies to fight the calamity together."

But during the millennia-long period of relative calm after the tide receded, every race was a rival to one another. Everyone wanted to become stronger, and everyone desired more territory and resources.

She looked at Su Jie and said, word by word:

"Therefore, do not trust any alien race. The ally who fights alongside you today may turn against you tomorrow for the sake of a secret realm's inheritance."

"We send generation after generation of the finest warriors into that cursed land to fight against vengeful spirits, battle against the supernatural, and compete with other races."

What we brought back was not just opportunities or treasures, but also the resources that allowed the entire civilization to breathe, grow, and leap forward.

"We don't know when the next black calamity will strike, but what we can do is:"

Before it comes, let our race become stronger than any other race, and let our defenses be more impregnable than theirs.

"Therefore, this gap of ten thousand years is not a countdown, but rather a ladder for our human race to climb upwards."

The somber look in Su Jie's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a new understanding.

This is not a tragic cycle, but a path of upward growth carved out by civilizations through bloodshed and darkness, through the pioneering efforts of generations.

"Are there any races that choose to completely isolate themselves, never to set foot on the Eternal Continent again, seeking only to live in a secluded corner?" Su Jie voiced his question.

"Yes. And more than one. But without exception, their world will gradually 'wither' in a short period of time."

Spiritual energy fades, laws solidify, lineages are severed, and geniuses become rare. Ultimately, they vanish silently into the river of time.

She looked at Su Jie with deep eyes: "Although the Eternal Continent is a forbidden land, it is also the most fundamental 'source' and 'nourishment' for all worlds in our universe."

To distance oneself from it is to actively sever the foundation of civilization's growth. Survival and strength are never gained through avoidance.

Su Jie remained silent. This answer was crueler than he had anticipated. This wasn't a multiple-choice question, but a question of survival that required a definitive answer.