Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

All around was an endless expanse of pure white, without boundaries, without sound, and without even the feeling of the passage of time.

Xu Hao's consciousness floated within it, like a feather, losing its weight and temporarily escaping the excruciating pain.

He wasn’t even sure if he still “existed” until a figure coalesced in the pure white.

It was a man, dressed in a spotless white suit, perfectly tailored, exuding a refined and elegant air. His face was handsome, carrying an indescribable ancient charm; his eyes were deep and calm, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life. He stood there, as natural as a part of this pure white space.

Xu Hao's consciousness fluctuated slightly, and a sense of vigilance emerged as if by instinct.

Xu Hao's mental strength was so powerful that he recognized it immediately!

This is, Oboro!

This image stands in stark contrast to the previous crimson giant eye that blotted out the sky and was full of malice.

"Don't be nervous." The man's voice rang out, gentle and clear, directly penetrating the depths of Xu Hao's consciousness. "I am Oboro. I am meeting you in this form because of my true form... I'm afraid you can't accept it right now."

He nodded slightly, with a hint of self-deprecating calm: "I lost. The outcome was already decided the moment you struck my core."

His gaze seemed to pierce through this space of consciousness, looking towards a distant place. "With the destruction of the eternal resting place, the last hope of our Fama civilization to be resurrected has also been completely extinguished."

A complex emotion flashed across Long's face—resentment, anger, but mostly a weariness that came after the dust had settled.

“I admit, after that, I was indeed blinded by hatred.” He looked at Xu Hao frankly, “So, I vented all my anger on you.”

But now that I think about it, there was no real hatred between us, just different perspectives.

"We lost, that's it. There's nothing more to say."

He sighed softly, his voice carrying an indescribable desolation: "With my utter defeat, our civilization is destined to disappear completely from the annals of history."

Perhaps... this is fate's arrangement.

He paused, a strange light flickering in his eyes—was it…admiration? “Since that’s the case, then accept your fate. You humans…”

He seemed to choose his words carefully, then said solemnly, "Especially those three who were the first to oppose us, and...you. They are remarkable. I must express my admiration for you."

"We have always regarded other civilizations as ants, which can be trampled and obliterated at will."

Oboro's tone was filled with deep reflection: "Now it seems that this is the main reason why we ultimately perished."

Our destruction is not destined for today, nor for the time when the destroyers invade.

Rather, it was from the moment we decided to learn from them and trample on weaker civilizations to strengthen ourselves that everything was already destined.

Your human philosopher was right after all.

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival; arrogance is."

He laughed self-deprecatingly, a bitter smile: "We were too arrogant, or rather, I was too arrogant."

They thought that by possessing advanced power, they could dominate everything and decide the fate of other civilizations… How laughable that seems now.

Long's gaze returned to Xu Hao's consciousness, his eyes as calm as an ancient well without waves: "Therefore, our failure is not unjust."

Xu Hao stared quietly at the man in front of him.

From the world-destroying crimson giant eye to the gentle and composed image of admitting defeat, the huge contrast was hard for him to process, and he didn't know how to respond to the other party's words, which were mixed with admiration, reflection, and desolation.

Long seemed to see through his silence; his deep eyes flickered slightly before returning to calm.

“Alright,” he said, his voice still gentle, but with a hint of urgency that was barely perceptible, as if something was slipping away from him. “I don’t have much time left. We can talk about serious matters now.”

Before he finished speaking, Long raised his hand, his fingertips emitting a soft yet dazzling light. Countless tiny, star-like points of light emanated from his body, converging into streams of shimmering data that flowed slowly yet resolutely toward Xu Hao's consciousness.

"This is everything that our civilization has accumulated since its inception."

Long's voice, like a narrator, resounded in Xu Hao's consciousness, accompanied by a massive influx of information.

"All the technologies we possess, from basic material structures to cross-dimensional energy applications; all the cultivation systems we have explored, methods for tempering the physical body, forging the soul, and comprehending the laws of the universe; and our knowledge and understanding of this universe, fragmented information about star maps, other realms, and higher-dimensional existences... I will give you everything that your human civilization urgently needs at this stage, and even for a long time to come."

Xu Hao's consciousness was being impacted by this torrent, with countless profound knowledge, complex formulas, and strange phenomena flooding in like a tide.

He seemed to see enormous mechanical creations operating in distant galaxies, feel the strange methods of guiding cosmic energy to temper himself, and glimpse the bizarre and indescribable sights and existences deep within the universe.

The amount of information was so vast that it almost overwhelmed his consciousness.

Long's gesture changed slightly, and the speed of the light stream slowed down, giving Xu Hao a moment to catch his breath.

"And those humans outside who have fallen into a deep sleep due to the influence of my power," he added calmly, "they will recover quickly as I completely dissipate, so there's no need to worry."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the pure white space and looking towards the real world.

"This unknown dark palace and slumbering place has accumulated energy over countless years, and it will not disappear into thin air. It will decompose, dissipate, and reintegrate into every corner of the earth, like the purest nutrients, slowly and continuously changing the environment of this planet."

The Earth's energy level will rise; an energy you might call reiki will become more abundant, and the rules will subtly change.

"It will become...more suitable for your human cultivation, to understand and master these higher-level powers."

A complex smile curved at the corners of his lips:

"It is foreseeable that in the near future, with the help of this legacy and the changed environment, your human civilization will usher in an unprecedented leap forward in development."

The torrent of light gradually thinned, and the figure of the obscure seemed to become somewhat transparent.

He lowered his hand and refocused his gaze on Xu Hao, his eyes more solemn than ever before, even carrying a hint of...pleading.

"I have only one request." His voice deepened, carrying a weighty, historical significance.

"I demand that your human history record everything about me and our civilization, the Fama civilization, faithfully and objectively. Write our origins, our development, our glory, our mistakes, and our ultimate fate clearly in your history books."

He paused, his tone revealing an indescribable persistence:

"Let all future generations of humanity know that such a civilization once existed, and it was called Fama. Let our names be forever remembered by you!"

"Our civilization... though it has been completely wiped out," Oboro's voice trembled slightly, a sorrow for the utter annihilation of his entire race, "but... I still want its name, its existence, not to be forgotten in the dust of time..."

In the pure white space, only his last words echoed, and the heavy, massive flow of information containing the rise and fall of the entire civilization slowly settled in Xu Hao's consciousness.