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Keisha's years of secret research into the Void stemmed largely from this deep concern.

She brought up a holographic projection, displaying fragmented information about the destruction of the Divine River Civilization that the Angel Civilization had collected over the years.

Countless fragmented images and data streams appeared in the projection, most of them blurry and unclear, as if deliberately erased by some force.

"It's alright." Qin Chuan's gaze was profound, as if he had seen through endless time and space. "With my current understanding of time and space, I can try to project my consciousness into the river of time and personally see the moment when the Divine River Civilization was destroyed, and what the truth was."

His eyes shimmered with a silvery light, a power of time and space coalescing, as deep and captivating as a swirling galaxy.

Upon hearing this, a hint of worry flashed in Keisha's beautiful eyes: "Throwing consciousness into the river of time? That's too dangerous! The slightest mistake could result in a backlash from time itself, and the consciousness might be forever lost in the turbulent flow of time..."

She instinctively gripped Qin Chuan's hand tightly, as if that would keep him in the present moment.

Qin Chuan gently patted the back of her hand, his tone gentle yet filled with strong confidence: "Don't worry, it's just observation from afar, just to know who the enemy is. Besides..."

He paused, and that reassuring yet helpless smile reappeared on his face.

"I am the man of the King of Gods. I should share some of my queen's burdens, shouldn't I?"

Keisha wanted to say something more, but seeing the determined light in Qin Chuan's eyes, she ultimately let out a soft sigh:

"Promise me that if there is any danger, you will immediately withdraw your consciousness. I don't want to lose what I've just gained."

She spoke these words softly, yet they contained a deep affection that had not been expressed for tens of thousands of years.

Qin Chuan nodded, and silvery spacetime energy began to flow around his body.

The light of the entire star field seemed to be drawn to him, forming a huge spacetime vortex behind him. Countless fragments of spacetime could be vaguely seen flickering and flowing within the vortex, as if countless worlds were being born and dying within it.

Keisha stepped back a few paces, activated her divine domain, and unfurled twenty-four silver wings behind her, forming a massive protective force field to safeguard him.

Her gaze never left Qin Chuan's figure, her eyes filled with a complex mix of worry and trust.

At the moment when the power of spacetime reached its peak, Qin Chuan turned back to Keisha and gave her a reassuring smile before closing his eyes.

His body remained in place, but an invisible consciousness had detached from his body and entered the flowing river of time, traveling back to the distant past.

Keisha stood guard beside Qin Chuan, gazing at her lover's motionless figure, and gently clenched her hands.

The star field returned to silence, with only distant starlight twinkling, as if telling untold secrets from the depths of the universe.

Chapter 59 The Truth About Ultimate Fear

Qin Chuan's consciousness detached from the present world and sank into the boundless river of time and space, tracing back against the torrent of time.

It was an incredibly wondrous experience. He felt as if he had transformed into a speck of dust, floating in the vast and boundless memory of the universe, or as if he were an omnipresent eye, coldly observing the rise and fall of dynasties throughout the ages.

Along the way, countless epic tales of the universe, both grand and little-known, flashed past his "eyes," creating breathtaking and magnificent panorsama:

He witnessed the brutal civil war in the Deno system.

The first Sun God, Emperor Hongkun, a deity with a fiery temperament like a star, was deliberately instigated by Nusa, one of the Four Knights of the Styx, and fell into an irreversible rage, ultimately detonating the sun of the Deno system out of control.

At that moment, the light of the supernova explosion transcended time and space, turning two long-entangled civilizations and their glorious histories of hundreds of generations into eternal cosmic scorched earth in an instant, leaving only the shattered star core and endless lamentation drifting in the vacuum.

He saw the beginning of the rise of the angelic civilization, with the Holy Keisha wielding the sword of royal power, spreading the belief in justice and order like starlight to every corner of the known universe.

She was crowned Queen of the Gods, seated upon a silver throne, and all nations submitted to her gaze.

Behind that supreme majesty lies a profound loneliness that spans tens of thousands of years, unimaginable to ordinary people, and a resolute determination to abandon softness in order to uphold one's beliefs.

He saw how Liang Bing—later Morgana—rebelled against Keisha's just order and pursued freedom and decadence, resolutely embarking on a wrong path.

She developed a demonic civilization, calling herself Morgana, and waged a holy war against her own sister that lasted for ten thousand years.

The once inseparable sisterhood was forged into an unyielding and deep-seated hatred through fierce clashes of ideologies and countless life-and-death battles, becoming one of the most famous opposing totems in the universe.

He even caught a glimpse of himself—a soul that did not belong to this universe, descending into this world like a meteor streaking across the dimensional barrier under the influence of some unknown force.

The thread of fate was thus plucked, the predetermined trajectory began to deviate, and ripples spread across the surface.

From near to far, all the major events that have occurred in the universe over the past 30,000 years are displayed one by one under his supreme perception that transcends time and space, like a carefully preserved scroll, leaving nothing out and nothing hidden.

Ultimately, his consciousness pierced through the layers upon layers of the thick, abyss-like mist of time, arriving at a more distant and crucial point in time—30,000 years ago.

That was the glorious peak of the Divine River civilization, with advanced technology, brilliant civilization, and dazzling light shining in the starry sea.

However, this was precisely the eve of its destruction; beneath the surface of prosperity, one could already sense the silence before the apocalypse.

At this moment, within the highest research institute of the first star of the Divine River Civilization, two unparalleled scientific giants, Dinghei and Kilan, are enveloped by immense joy and even deeper confusion.

Their masterpiece, created with the full power of their civilization, the "Great Clock," hailed as the most powerful celestial computer in the known universe, has finally completed its final adjustments.

This magnificent creation possesses computing power sufficient to simulate and deduce the birth and evolution of the entire universe, allowing them to glimpse the supreme mysteries belonging to the Creator.

Countless data streams flow and circulate within it like a galaxy, outlining the past and future of the universe.

However, when the operation of the large clock reached a certain theoretical limit, it suddenly came to an unprecedented standstill.

Its immense computing power seemed to have touched an invisible, indestructible "boundary" of the universe, making all subsequent calculations extremely obscure and difficult, and the error rate increased sharply.

They found that the further away from the Big Bang singularity, the lower the accuracy of the data, ultimately presenting a disturbing "fuzziness" that cannot be explained by any existing theory.

The Shenhe civilization's proud ultra-long-distance space jump technology has suffered repeated setbacks as a result, making it impossible to accurately locate those distant and unfamiliar coordinates.

Several ambitious and costly deep space exploration programs failed because they could not determine the exact parameters of the target locations. The exploration fleets were like blind men touching an elephant, and some ships even disappeared into that deadly "fuzzy" space.

"Failure is the norm in the pursuit of knowledge, sir."

Young Kieran's eyes still shone with an indomitable and inquisitive spirit; he firmly believed that the wisdom of civilization would ultimately overcome all difficulties.

"We just need more time, more data..."

The older and more cautious Dinghei silently stroked the cold, massive base of the clock, his brow furrowed, his unease gathering and spreading like dark clouds.

It wasn't just a technical failure; it stemmed more from an instinctive awe of the vast unknown, an intuitive premonition of impending doom.

However, the disaster did not give them more time to think and verify.

In a sudden, unexpected moment, in the most central and prosperous region of the Divine River Galaxy, the spatial structure of the universe was forcibly torn apart by an extremely tyrannical force!

A huge, pitch-black void, exuding an aura of absolute stillness and nothingness, appeared out of thin air!

Unlike any known celestial body or wormhole, its very existence negates all the physical rules around it, like an unhealed wound existing in the real universe.

"This is……!?"

Qin Chuan, lost in the river of time, was suddenly jolted awake. Even though it was just an echo of history, the aura it evoked made him feel an unprecedented surge of emotion.

That hollow shape, that aura that devoured all light, heat and hope, gave him a strange yet intense sense of familiarity!

He had seen similar beings in the world of fox spirits.

The edges of those forbidden lands known as "outside the circle" are permeated with this soul-chilling aura of nothingness, but its scale and intensity are far less than one ten-thousandth of the terrifying emptiness before us!

"Could the so-called ultimate fear of this universe also be... an extraterrestrial visitor? A disaster artificially created by some higher-level being?!"

An astonishing conjecture, powerful enough to overturn all known history of the universe, suddenly emerged in his mind.

As if to confirm his earth-shattering guess, in the next instant, a figure whose form could not be accurately described in any language slowly stepped out from the terrifying void that devoured everything.

His very existence is as if he were the end of all physical rules and all meaning of life.

The surrounding space was distorted and collapsed because of Him, filled with an extreme coldness and absolute indifference towards all things.

His inhuman "gaze" swept across the prosperous and thriving Divine River Galaxy below, which boasted countless planets and a vast population. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, like an experienced farmer calmly examining the crops in the field that were about to ripen and await harvest.

"The fruits of civilization...are ripe, and it is time to harvest them."

A cold, emotionless thought, yet capable of piercing the soul and revealing its meaning, echoed in the shattered void, pronouncing the death sentence of a civilization.

The first to realize this catastrophic disaster was Dinghei, who was connected to the data of the entire galaxy through the Great Clock.

He sensed the inexplicable intrusion through the Great Clock and rushed to the scene immediately, trying to communicate with the indescribable being or at least stop it with the most advanced weapons in the Divine River.

However, the gap in strength between the two sides is like an insurmountable chasm.

The most advanced technological creations that the Shenhe civilization was so proud of—energy beams powerful enough to destroy stars and force field shields capable of distorting space—appeared so pale and laughable in front of the opponent. They couldn't even touch the opponent's physical form, just like a drop of water falling into an abyss, unable to even stir up a ripple.

Despair poured over Ding Gehei's soul like ice water.

In his final moments, he made a tragic decision. Using his supreme authority, he disregarded the risk of overload and forcibly activated the remaining energy of the great clock.

A small group of the most elite members of the Divine River system, including Kilan, who were still unaware of the impending destruction, were forcibly and randomly teleported out of the doomed Divine River system in the hope of preserving the last glimmer of hope for the great civilization.

The extraterrestrial visitor who emerged from the void merely observed Ding Gehei's desperate efforts with indifference, offering no intervention. In fact, deep within that utterly indifferent mind, a faint hint of permission seemed to linger.

"Only by sowing...seeds...can new fruits be conceived..."

That cold thought echoed faintly once again.

Finally, under Qin Chuan's silent gaze, that indescribable existence began to devour the entire Divine River Civilization in a completely incomprehensible way and with unimaginable means!

Countless stars dimmed at a visible speed, countless lives vanished in an instant, and all cities, all art, all technological achievements, all glory and wisdom were transformed into pure food to nourish that unknown existence, like snowflakes thrown into a furnace.

After doing all this, before the visitor left that day, he casually, like flicking away a speck of dust, detonated the sun of the Divine River System, as if he were just casually cleaning up the insignificant residue after a meal.

The violent stellar explosion swept in all directions, completely erasing the last traces of civilization.

Dinghei survived the devastating storm, but his eyes were vacant and his heart was ashen.

His beloved civilization was completely swallowed up before his eyes, and his compatriots were scattered and their fates unknown. He lost all meaning and motivation to live.

He glanced at the message Kieran had sent through the encrypted channel, and calmly chose to remain in this tomb of civilization, determined to be buried with the glorious and splendid Divine River civilization that he loved and was loyal to, leaving only a vague warning.

In the long river of time, Qin Chuan's consciousness remained silent for a long time.

He witnessed firsthand the abrupt and complete demise of a great civilization, and the chilling and suffocating truth hidden behind the terrifying title of "Ultimate Fear."

The weight and cruelty of history, like an invisible tide, washed over the boundaries of his understanding.

Chapter 60 Civilization and Farmers

Qin Chuan's consciousness traveled through the torrent of time and space, like a small boat going against the current, breaking free from the constraints of all physical laws.

Time seemed to roll backwards around him, stars burst into brilliant bloom like fireworks and vanished in an instant, and nebulae gathered and dispersed as naturally as breathing.

In this extraordinary journey of tracing back to the source, his "vision" ultimately settled on the peak of a glorious civilization called "Pangu" hundreds of millions of years ago.

The brilliance of this civilization was in no way inferior to the Shenhe civilization he later came to know.

The enormous star rings form a transportation network spanning several star systems, and the energy-constructed cities gleam in the vacuum, like pearls scattered by the gods.

The beings of the Pangu civilization wielded unimaginable power, and their footprints seemed to have covered every corner of the universe. The brilliance of their technology and wisdom was enough to illuminate the entire galaxy.