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“I gleaned some information from ancient civilizations’ stone tablets. This word seems to relate to some kind of great disaster, even foreshadowing the end of the world.”

The First Black Moon Priestess lowered her head, lost in thought. After a moment of silence, she raised her deep eyes: "The Day of Fall... This is a prophecy from an ancient civilization. I have never heard of it before."

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness, but it was also filled with some unspeakable depth: "Such prophecies often stem from the fears and premonitions of other civilizations, and do not belong to the historical memory of us Black Moon Priests."

Her words revealed a faint indifference, a calmness accumulated over countless years.

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, but his doubts grew stronger. Clearly, she was unaware of the truth, which made him even more confused about the truth of the Day of Fall.

He then asked, "Why did that ancient race appear and attack us, the sixth generation of humans? The information I have suggests that their arrival was not accidental."

"I used to think they wanted to get the surface of the earth because there was plenty of sunlight and resources there."

"But as I gradually learned about ancient history, I discovered that many of them had already developed artificial suns. Moreover, in terms of resources, they were even more abundant than us humans on Earth."

"Then, what is your purpose in fighting us so hard?"

Zhang Yi asked one of his biggest questions.

The Wuluan Empire was willing to risk provoking the dragon race in order to attack the land of Huaxu Kingdom.

Is it really just to obtain that frozen continent?

An unusual glint flashed in the First Black Moon Priestess's eyes. Her expression remained calm, but her tone carried a hint of heaviness:

"The attacks by the ancient races are indeed as you said; they were not only targeting you, the sixth generation of humans."

Her voice suddenly lowered, as if she were revealing some extremely important secret:

"Their goal is actually to eliminate the existence of the sixth generation of humans, in order to make room for the future protagonists—the seventh generation of humans."

Zhang Yi frowned, his heart filled with turmoil.

The seventh generation of humans?

Did the Creator consider the sixth generation of humans to be a failed experiment, and therefore decide to create entirely new observers?

King Arthur and the others also showed solemn expressions upon receiving this information.

"Did the Creator choose to destroy the world... because he thought we were cruel or stupid?"

"This is not uncommon in ancient myths and legends. It's like building a terrible snowman, then tearing it down because you're not satisfied, and then rebuilding it."

Zhang Yi was eager to know more, so he pressed on with the question:

"The seventh generation of humans? What's the difference between them and us, the sixth generation of humans? Why would an ancient race choose to appear at this time?"

The First Black Moon Priestess's expression turned solemn. She took a deep breath, as if to explain the matter more clearly:

"You sixth-generation humans, as beings created by the Creator, have reached your limits. Your power and wisdom have reached their peak, and you can no longer evolve."

"But you don't need to be surprised, because on Earth, generations of humans have been replaced in this way."

"Some perished due to the dissatisfaction of the Creator, and some perished due to the devouring by the Druckers."

"The emergence of the seventh generation of humans is inevitable. It is a new plan of the Creator, designed to restart the chain of evolution in this new era of the universe."

Her voice began to grow low and mysterious: "I suspect that the seventh generation of humans will be an even more powerful being, possessing abilities far exceeding those of the sixth generation."

"They might be as perfect as the Ihen race, and then be able to completely solve the Druk people's bug."

"Therefore, the appearance of the ancient race is to break the rule of the sixth generation of humans and make the birth of the seventh generation of humans possible."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi felt a surge of emotions.

All of this seemed so complicated, as if it were some kind of predetermined fate, something that could not be avoided.

Countless questions swirled in his mind, but he could only continue to press on:

"So, are we, the sixth generation of humans, destined to be replaced? Is our existence really that unimportant?"

The First Black Moon Priest did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment, as if considering how to describe this despairing fact:

"Your existence is not meaningless. Your efforts and struggles are paving the way for the seventh generation of humanity."

"The power and wisdom you have accumulated will ultimately become the driving force for the evolution of the universe. The seventh generation of humans is the new force in this world, and their birth will change everything."

Zhang Yi felt an immense sense of oppression coming from all directions, as if the entire universe was pressing down on him, making him feel suffocated.

He remained silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to the distant sky, and the question resurfaced in his mind—what should he choose?

Is it to accept this fate, follow the Creator's arrangement, and become the stepping stone for the seventh generation of humanity, or to choose to fight against all of this and change this predetermined future?

He spoke slowly, his voice cold and resolute:

“I don’t care about the arrangements of these ancient races, nor do I care about your so-called seventh generation of humans. All I know is that I want to live, I want to protect my family, protect the people I love, and live freely and meaningfully.”

"Even the Creator cannot easily erase my existence!"

What Drucker can do, I, Zhang Yi, may also be able to do!

The First Black Moon Priest was unsurprised, and simply smiled slightly:

"Your attitude is very interesting, and your existence has shown us different possibilities. Perhaps this is related to the Drucker gene sequence in the bodies of your six generations."

Her eyes revealed a complex emotion, which seemed to be a kind of approval, but also a kind of helplessness.

"What about you?"

Zhang Yi finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind, "How exactly do you Black Moon Priests view this impending catastrophe? What is your attitude towards this catastrophe that marks the transition of eras?"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the First Black Moon Priestess. Her deep gaze fixed on Zhang Yi, as if trying to see into his very soul.

“We, the Black Moon Priests, have always lived in the shadow of the universe. We were not created by Kaga, and we have betrayed our creator. So now, our only meaning of existence is existence itself.”

"As for catastrophes, it's all part of the universe's self-repair process. We are not the forces that change the world; we are merely observers, witnessing everything unfold."