Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

A wave of soreness washed over him. Xu Hao looked around at the broken and distorted world. The gray-purple sky was oppressive and gloomy, the ground was cracked like a dried-up riverbed, and the light in the distance seemed to be crumpled by an unseen giant hand, presenting a bizarre and grotesque scene.

Lin Ya, Shi Shaowei, and the others from Liyuefang had all disappeared, as if they had been swallowed up by this distorted space, leaving him all alone.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Now was not the time to panic; finding the others and a way out of here were the top priorities.

Xu Hao steadied himself and began exploring this unfamiliar area. He took cautious steps, the uneven ground beneath his feet producing a soft, grinding sound with each step. A strange, fishy smell filled the air, mixed with the coldness of metal, making him feel uneasy.

The surroundings were eerily silent, with only the whistling wind echoing in his ears. In the distance, faint energy fluctuations could be heard, like the beating of some invisible pulse. Xu Hao slowly moved forward in one direction, his eyes warily scanning his surroundings.

The distorted light constantly shifted, outlining blurry shapes in the distance, like deformed rocks or withered giant trees; everything seemed eerie and indescribable.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to some scattered fragments on the ground. They were tiny, crystal-clear shards, like broken glass, emitting a faint glow.

Xu Hao bent down and picked up a shard. The moment his fingertips touched the shard, a cold sensation came over him. Immediately afterwards, fragmented images and sounds flooded into his mind.

It was a chaotic battlefield, the sky was torn apart, countless huge warships were burning, and energy beams intertwined to form a deadly network, as if the end of the world had arrived.

In the scene, some strangely shaped creatures howl in despair. Their physical structures are completely different from humans, yet the pain and grief in their words are palpable. The sounds are indistinct, but Xu Hao can vaguely make out fragmented words such as "reaper," "destruction," and "resistance"...

It was a strange experience, as if he were touching not fragments, but broken pieces of memory.

Could this be... Oboro's memory?

Xu Hao's heart skipped a beat, and a bold guess popped into his mind.

He immediately realized that these crystalline fragments scattered in the distorted space were no ordinary matter; they likely carried a portion of the consciousness or memories of that giant eye—Oboro.

Without further hesitation, he endured his physical discomfort and began to search more carefully on the gray, white ground, which resembled a dried-up riverbed.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, sweeping across every crack and crevice, not missing a single faint reflection.

The distorted light creates a strange visual trap here, sometimes bringing distant objects closer and distorting them, and sometimes blurring and hiding nearby details, making the search quite difficult.

Soon, he found several more similar fragments. They varied in size and shape, some like sharp shards of glass, others as smooth as pebbles, but all radiated that faint, cold light.

He carefully picked up the fragments one by one, and each touch of his fingertips was like opening a long-sealed door to the past.

Following the icy touch came an even more turbulent and clear torrent of memories.

No longer as intermittent and blurry as before, but like a flood bursting its banks, it carried countless images, sounds, and even intense emotions, impacting his consciousness.

A wave of dizziness washed over Xu Hao, causing him to stagger and force him to kneel on one knee, supporting himself with his hands, closing his eyes tightly, and struggling to process the sudden surge of information.

Before his eyes unfolded a series of magnificent paintings:

He saw a magnificent city soaring into the clouds, as clear as crystal, with rivers of energy flowing through it, and strangely shaped flying machines shimmering with soft light shuttling through the sky.

Some elegant, intelligent beings with complex light patterns on their skin live and work in the city. They seem to communicate through some kind of telepathy, and the air is filled with an indescribable atmosphere of harmony and prosperity.

Is this the Fama civilization?

An ancient race with highly advanced technology and spiritual power. Their creativity is astonishing, and they possess the power to shape the stars.

However, the scene abruptly shifts, and the peaceful landscape is shattered by the relentless flames of war. A massive fleet, gray, cold, and exuding an aura of death, swarms like locusts, obscuring the starry sky. These warships, with their menacing shapes and aggressive nature, are the "Reapers."

Destructive beams of light rained down, reducing the crystal city of the Fama civilization to dust in the explosion. The elegant Fama people howled and fought back in despair.

Xu Hao could almost hear the piercing scream of the energy shield shattering, feel the violent tremors of the planet's surface being bombarded by weapons, and experience the suffocating despair and tragedy that permeated the battlefield.

The Fama civilization used all its power, even at the cost of detonating its own home star system and creating a devastating cosmic catastrophe, to finally defeat the Reapers at a terrible cost.

The war was extremely brutal; countless Fama warriors turned into cosmic dust, and the brilliance of the entire civilization was almost extinguished.

The scene shifted again, bringing us to a dimly lit, enormous council chamber that seemed to be located deep underground.

The Fama people, survivors of the catastrophe, gathered here, the atmosphere heavy and somber.

With resources depleted and homes destroyed, the hope for the continuation of the race is as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

At that moment, a figure stepped forward. His face was somewhat blurry in my memory, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, filled with fanatical fervor and a determination to stop at nothing.

He is "Long".

He spoke vehemently, his voice carrying a seductive power, advocating for the adoption of the survival model of their former enemies—the “Reapers.”

Since they cannot recover on their own, then they will plunder! They will devour other weak, nascent civilizations!

They used those civilized worlds and lives as "nourishment" to nurture the dying Fama civilization, allowing it to continue and revive!

"This is the only way!" Long's voice echoed in Xu Hao's mind, filled with an undeniable madness. "Sacrifice the few to ensure the survival of the whole! We must become the new 'harvesters'!"

Opposition was not absent; some Fama people showed reluctance and resistance, believing it violated the principles of their civilization. However, faced with the immense fear of genocide and the vaguely depicted blueprint for "revival," the radical faction's arguments ultimately prevailed.

Xu Hao slowly opened his eyes, his expression incredibly complex. The shards in his hand were still cold, but his heart was in turmoil.

He finally understood the origin of that giant eye and its purpose in descending upon Earth. The Fama civilization, Oboro, the Reapers… a cruel and dark cosmic secret was thus revealed to him through these fragmented memories.

Earth, clearly, was chosen by the Omnibus as "nourishment" for the "feast of revival."

Xu Hao's heart sank. He gradually understood the truth about the Fama civilization: they were not inherently evil; they had fought for survival and faced desperate situations.

However, in order to survive, they chose an extreme approach, embarking on a path of plunder and destruction, which is exactly what their former enemy, the "Reapers," excelled at.

He recalled Oboro's voice, a voice filled with coldness and arrogance, which seemed to confirm the contents of these fragmented memories.

Oboro, a scientist of the Fama civilization, is a representative of the radical faction. He advocates sacrificing other civilizations to save his own, and the so-called "intelligent agents" are tools created by the Fama civilization to plunder other civilizations.

Xu Hao gripped the fragment tightly in his hand. The icy touch of the fragment seemed to remind him that the enemy he faced was not a simple invader, but a civilization that would stop at nothing to survive, a once glorious but now corrupt civilization.

There is no right or wrong; everyone is just trying to survive.