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In gratitude for everyone's help, the Black Moon Priests selflessly passed on their meditation techniques, accumulated over millions of years, to the Earthlings.

After contemplating with his eyes closed for a long time, King Arthur couldn't help but grit his teeth and whisper:

"It turns out that the path we've been on all along was wrong... No, it can't be called wrong, it's just that it was too primitive."

Saladin's eyes flickered with confusion and complexity: "No wonder we always felt there was some inexplicable gap between us and those other races. It turns out we thought we were smart, but we were just frogs in a well."

Professor Leonardo da Vinci, usually so carefree, was unusually serious at this moment. A deep light shone in his dead fish eyes as he muttered to himself:

"Science, evolution, devouring, transformation... we are merely groping for the truth of the world in a blind manner."

King Arthur let out a long breath, looking at Zhang Yi and the Black Moon Priests with a complex mix of shame and awe.

He spoke slowly, his voice heavy as a mountain: "Humans... are truly too ignorant."

Benjamin Morgan bowed his head, his hands slowly clenching into fists. He, who had always been incredibly confident, now had to admit:

"Even we warriors, who are called legends, are nothing more than struggling in delusion."

The First Black Moon Priest looked at them, his eyes showing no contempt, but rather a hint of pity and depth.

She spoke slowly, her voice low and carrying an undeniable authority: "You must remember, the time left for you... is running out."

Everyone was startled and looked up at her.

A sense of unease crept into Zhang Yi's heart.

He probably guessed something.

In just two short years, he witnessed Mammon breaking free from his seal and Samael's seal developing cracks.

This is no coincidence.

There is never any chance in this world; there is only inevitability and deliberate human action.

This is not a good sign; an even greater crisis is on the horizon.

Once the restrictions imposed on ancient civilizations in this world are lifted, those races lurking beneath the earth and above the stars will emerge like a tidal wave!

With the current strength of Earth's humans, are they capable of handling this?

Even Zhang Yi, whose strength has greatly increased, can't help but start to worry.

The First Black Moon Priest slowly said, "The ancient demon gods are gradually awakening from their slumber."

“Samael is just one of them. His seal can still be maintained with difficulty, but the seals in other places are shaking.”

“Mammon, Belial, Leviathan, Lucifer… the resurgence of each demon god will bring about the collapse of an era. Do you think today’s tragedy is the limit? No, that is only the prologue to the future.”

Her gaze swept over Zhang Yi, King Arthur, Saladin, Yang Xinxin, and the others, her voice like a resounding bell, echoing in their hearts:

"The catastrophe of this era is imminent. You so-called sixth-generation humans are nothing but newborn children, yet you have already been drawn into the true war of the abyss."

She paused, then slowly raised her hands, pointing to the sky, her voice growing increasingly heavy:

"The reason why the material world can still be maintained is because the Creator—Kagago—left you with rules to protect you."

"That is both protection and confinement. It is this rule that protected you, preventing you from being destroyed by the more powerful and ferocious ancient civilizations at an early age!"

"But rules don't last forever."

The voice of the First Black Moon Priest echoed through the valley, as if the entire world was trembling.

"The protection left behind by Kagago is crumbling. When the rules completely disappear, the material world will be exposed once again to the primordial chaos and violent energy torrents. At that time, the entire Earth... will face a cataclysm you cannot even imagine!"

The air suddenly became heavy, and everyone's heartbeats seemed to stop for a moment.

Beside Zhang Yi, Zhou Ke'er's pretty face was pale. She couldn't help but grab his hand and whisper, "An unimaginable catastrophe... what exactly could it be?"

The First Black Moon Priest calmly gazed at her, his eyes like an abyss, his voice carrying an irresistible pressure:

"That would be devastating. Once the ancient races that harbor ill will towards you appear, mountains and rivers will be overturned, oceans will burn, skies will shatter, and everything will be reduced to ashes in an instant."

"You think you can control the power, but you are just barely surviving under the rule. When the protection completely disappears, you will be swallowed up even when you breathe."

Not every civilization is like the Lunarians.

They won't fight the Earthlings because they have already left the Earth's surface and have access to the moon, a perfect resource point.

Moreover, since they were not directly created by the creator Kagago, they were subject to the fewest rules.

To put it another way, if Zhang Yi and his group were primitive humans, then the Moon People would be like artificial humans created by primitive humans.

Their missions are different. Although they are called the fourth generation of humans, they only live in the same era as the fourth generation.

However, one day, the limitations of the universe will be lifted.

Those ancient civilizations underground that can freely emerge on the surface will inevitably cause friction with them.

The repeated attacks by the Wuluan Empire on the Huaxu Kingdom are a prime example.

Zhang Yi's expression turned solemn, and a chilling premonition welled up in his heart.

He spoke slowly: "So, you are warning us to become stronger before the rules completely disappear."

The First Black Moon Priest's gaze fell upon him, and he slowly nodded: "That's right. You must learn the true path of power, no longer relying on illusory evolution, no longer clinging to external things, but facing the essence of power directly. Only in this way can you have a chance of survival when the Great Cataclysm comes."

"Remember, don't expect anyone to save you."

"You must learn to protect yourselves."

Her last words resonated like a thunderclap in everyone's hearts.

King Arthur, Saladin, Brian, Yang Xinxin, Zhou Ke'er, Fatty Xu, Professor Da Vinci—everyone wore solemn expressions at this moment, a suppressed and heavy flame igniting within them.

They finally understood that the so-called apocalypse was just the beginning, and the real test had only just begun.

His gaze remained fixed on the First Black Moon Priestess, the leader among the Black Moon Priests, who possessed unimaginable wisdom and power.

Zhang Yi spoke calmly, breaking the deathly silence: "High Priest, do you know what the 'Day of Fall' means?"

Zhang Yi had seen this term in the relics of many civilizations.

This seems to be related to the end of the world, and it is very likely that the survival of the sixth generation of humans will also be closely related to it.

If they could know in advance how the sixth generation's doomsday would come, they could prepare accordingly.