Woman: "If we pursue inner perfection, then the 'Tree of Life' and the 'Mechanical Council' pursue outer perfection. I don't deny the necessity of external strength, but if we blindly pursue external strength, once the numbers expand to an unbearable level, the differences between groups will become increasingly greater, becoming increasingly difficult to understand, and ultimately, countries and organizations will crumble like biscuits."

Woman: "And endless wars and conflicts will arise between broken groups."

Man: "But the 'Mechanical Council' seems to have given another answer. If everyone is a machine that only knows how to work, then there will be no strange voices."

Woman: "But what's the difference between a world like this and being dead? Those are just talking corpses."

Man: "We can't stop it now, right?... We can only place our hopes on the four prototypes before us."

At this time, Loran Hill finally saw the picture in his mind. It was a huge underground space filled with countless precision instruments. In the empty laboratory, two experimenters, a man and a woman, stood in front of a series of suspended transparent screens, watching lines of data floating above.

As the screen gradually became clear, Loran Hill finally saw the words on it.

"Project 1654 - Throne of God"

Behind the screen are four huge glass pillars standing tall, which are placed together in four directions. The colors are flowing and flickering blue light, stagnant gray-white, bright and lively red, and changing and vague light green.

The Throne of God Project, based on archaeological discoveries around the world and the selection of countless residual souls, has selected four absolutely pure souls. They can reflect the human heart like a mirror, understanding and connecting with others.

Based on this, and with these four souls as prototypes, a ladder of the soul is built, connecting billions and trillions of souls, and finally forming the throne of the gods. Finally, the flawless gods will appear at the end of the ladder.

The throne of this god will become the answer to all the questions in the world and the omnipotent cauldron to achieve everything. It will unite all the extraordinary people of the entire race to achieve the great cause of distorting reality, reversing time, and opening up space.

This is the key to the world. Humanity will use it to open the door to the next stage and achieve a leap for the entire race.

These four souls are the prototypes of the gods, the original four.

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Just as Loran Hill was carefully observing the various data and instructions of the plan, the two people in the experimental field started talking again.

"Did you notice that the red glass column has shifted another 2 millimeters to the right?"

"Haha, there's nothing we can do about that kid. After all, flames just like to be with the wind."

As the view moves further away, the nameplate on the glass column comes into view.

The vast blue water, Sifnaileen.

The bright red flame, Chloati.

Grayish-white crystalline rock, Brainard.

Pure and changing wind, Loran Hill.