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"Moreover, history is always written by the victors. After success, history can naturally be erased, just like how we are now guessing like headless flies."

"If the king of this civilization really accomplished such a feat, it means that there are beings among them who are comparable to gods."

"Or perhaps the being being worshipped has an irreparable and enormous flaw."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic, crisscrossing scratches on the wall, his tone gradually becoming more mocking.

"Of course, judging from the current desolate state of this site, the price paid for this victory was probably the complete annihilation of the entire civilization. It was a truly tragic victory."

These words immediately extinguished the initial awe that had just ignited in everyone's hearts at the mortal's feat of killing a god.

They did win the battle, but they also disappeared completely over the long years.

Did we win or lose?

There is no answer.

An Changqing slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and turned his probing gaze back to the silent coffin standing in front of the stone wall.

He is the only key to unlocking all these ancient mysteries.

"Chen Guan, do you mean that the emotions you just felt were a remnant of some ancestor in your bloodline?"

An Changqing asked with extreme caution, as he could keenly sense that Chen Guan's condition was very unstable at the moment.

The deep-seated melancholy he exuded contrasted sharply with his usual indifferent and aloof demeanor.

Facing the probing gazes directed at him from all around, Chen Guan slowly shook his head.

The sharp pain in my mind had completely subsided, but the emptiness deep within my soul, as if it had been forcibly torn apart, became increasingly clear and discernible.

Fortunately, having died so many times before, his tolerance to pain has been increased.

"I don't know if that was an ancestor."

He gave an ambiguous answer because he couldn't really pinpoint the source of that emotion; his words just now seemed insincere, as if they hadn't come from him at all.

He was merely an observer forced into it, passively bearing the weight of this sorrow that has survived for millennia.

"I only saw a choice, and the series of consequences that choice led to."

Chen Guan's voice was very soft, light and weightless.

All I could feel was the pain of being forcibly torn apart.

"It's like digging out the most important part of your own body and then throwing it far away in the darkness."

The feeling he described was so specific and so cruel, and his demeanor was so calm, that everyone who heard his words felt a sudden, inexplicable unease.

"Dig it up and throw it away."

Su Yuehe chewed on these words repeatedly, her eyes growing brighter as her thoughts raced, until she suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the destroyed face of the god on the wall.

"That's right, this is it."

"The feeling of cutting something with your own hands perfectly matches the actions depicted in the murals."

"They once regarded the gods as their everything, and worshipped them with utmost devotion."

"Then they personally uprooted this belief and completely erased the existence of the gods from their history."

"Isn't this the most complete form of self-severance? It even leads to the annihilation of one's own civilization in the dust of history."

Su Yuehe's analysis plunged everyone present into a long silence.

They looked at the murals covered in scratches, then at the coffin standing beside them.

The label of being a descendant of a traitor became incredibly solid in their hearts.

What profound despair must a civilization endure to develop such overwhelming hatred for the faith it once revered?

What unforgivable thing did that great being, whom they personally pushed off the pedestal, do?

"This story is anything but romantic."

Hongyuan was finally overwhelmed by the weight of this situation. She pouted irritably and muttered something in a low voice.

"It feels far more tragic than all the tragedies we've ever seen combined."

Long Ao, who had been standing silently on the edge, finally spoke up.

"No matter what they have experienced on this land in the past, we all have our own paths to walk."

He looked at Chen Guan, and to be honest, he was quite worried about Chen Guan's condition.

If he suddenly became the descendant of some traitor, he probably wouldn't feel good either, just like when he learned about his grandfather's situation.

"Chen Guan, how are you feeling now?"

An Changqing immediately understood Long Ao's meaning, which was also the core issue he was currently most concerned about.

He took a step forward and asked in as gentle a tone as possible.

"Can your body handle it?"

Which direction should we continue in next?

An Changqing's gentle and concerned inquiry rang out at the right time, trying to pull Chen Guan out of the bottomless ancient sorrow.

Regardless of what happened thousands of years ago, he is now just an old coffin.

his friends.

Everyone in the team held their breath, and the eerie blue light flowing on Yin Chen's shield also dimmed at this moment.

Hong Yuan removed the giant axe from her shoulder, placed the blade on the ground, and crossed her hands on the top of the axe handle, assuming a ready-to-charge stance. Her anxious eyes never left Chen Guan.

Su Yuehe's fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her heart torn between two completely different emotions.

On the one hand, she was excited that her deduction had been confirmed, which meant that she was one step closer to touching the truth of history. On the other hand, the pain that Chen Guan was enduring at this moment made her feel uneasy.

"I'm fine."

Chen Guan finally spoke in response, his voice clearer than before, but still slightly hoarse and tired.

He slowly lowered his hands, which were supporting him against the stone wall, and straightened his weary body.

The sharp, stabbing pain that had been giving him a splitting headache had subsided, but a profound sense of emptiness, as if his soul had been ripped out, lingered even more heavily in his heart.

On that blurred, scratched face of the god, he felt no resolute determination from the king, only a deep sorrow.

That is the sorrow of being abandoned by everything you cherish most and torn apart by your former beliefs.

This is a kind of loneliness that comes from being betrayed by the whole world and left alone.

This sentiment creates a fundamental contradiction with the identity of a descendant of a king.

If he is a descendant of the king, he should inherit the will of the king who led his people in rebellion, which should be the courage to fight to the death.

But what he clearly sensed was the lament of an existence that had given everything only to be ruthlessly erased.

Are you really alright?

Hong Yuan asked again, unsure of what was going on. She looked Chen Guan up and down, trying to find any trace of pretense on his expressionless face.

"Your complexion is still terrible, as pale as the white steamed buns sold in our cafeteria."