The place where they lived became a land abandoned by the gods as they wished. It was not until many years later that a new civilization emerged and new gods descended.
A war turned a brilliant race into the lowest of the myriad races in the divine realm; a war buried the story of a great civilization forever.
Until their descendants rebuilt civilization on the ruins by themselves, until their descendants had the opportunity to pick up the ancient books they left behind with all their efforts.
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"To use one race to rebel against the whole world—what a lonely and tragic thing it is."
Duan Tianming felt sad. At this moment, there was a figure in a purple robe in front of him. The figure had no real face, but its majesty made people surrender.
"Descendants, you should be proud."
The figure stood in front of the newly erected stone tablet and stroked the inscription on it.
"What exactly are gods?"
Duan Tianming asked the question that had always been on his mind.
"The gods are just a bunch of superfluous people who oppress us, survive on the fruits of our labor, amuse themselves in our wars, express their authority through our pain, and express their mercy through our happiness."
The man in front of the stone tablet spoke very firmly. He must have thought about the answer for a long time.
"What did you leave us?"
Duan Tianming asked him.
"Da Shang has nothing left, and I have nothing left either. All I can leave you is this book."
"Of course, I also deprived you of the opportunity to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation, reduced you to the lowest level of the divine realm, made you despised by the gods, and forced your civilization to develop on its own."
"You may hate me, and hate your ancestors for being so useless, but this is the truth. I don't think there's any honor in you becoming a high-ranking clan in the eyes of the gods, or even the top clan in the past. Compared to becoming a valuable race in their eyes, I hope our descendants can survive for their own value, even if it means becoming the lowest class."
He spoke fluently, perhaps he had thought about this answer countless times.
"Will you come again?"
Duan Tianming looked at the tall figure in front of the stone tablet, feeling infinite emotion in his heart.
"I will always be here, forever within this stone tablet. I just want to see what kind of life the human race, having lost all its values, can have. I want to find value in our war. This is the reason why I'm desperately trying to stay here."
He said.
"I will not inherit your will, and my Yan people will not throw themselves into the flames of such a meaningless cause. We just want to live our own lives. If I find that one day you are forcibly imposing your so-called will on me and the Yan people who are pursuing happiness, then I will destroy you without hesitation. You know that I have the means and determination to do so."
Duan Tianming warned.
"I know, I understand. I'm just a spectator watching over the younger generation. How you choose to live is your own business. We've already failed once. I just want my race to thrive again."
After he finished speaking, he merged into the stone tablet and probably fell asleep.
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