1184: Chapter 1170 True Reality 1184: Chapter 1170 True Reality “There’s nothing at all…”
When the water sphere held in his hand halted and changed direction, it signified that Lu Ping’an and his group had reached the destination of their journey.
Although they had encountered many battles along the way, the actual pressure was not great, and their passage was quite smooth.
However, when they reached the coordinates of the suspected target site, there was nothing but a vast expanse of sea.
“…I didn’t see anything below.”
The feedback from the divers was that there was nothing special about the place.
Therefore, after ensuring the relative safety of the surroundings, Lu Ping’an issued the command to station and rest, and then he went into the water alone.
Actually, to say ow hated fishing underwater was an understatent, but in these days, the person who had gone underwater the least was actually Lu Ping’an himself.
But he had developed his swimming skills on Earth.
And although becoming a Fire Controller instinctively made him fear and resent water, diving of this level posed no difficulty for him.
“Is there nothing?”
After he went into the sea, the seabed he estimated visually was still flat.
He pulled out the water sphere, only to see the arrow still pointing downward, and then, he put on his mask…
yet there was still nothing.
Was the “map” misguided, or perhaps, was it missing sothing?
“Then, let see the truth hidden here…”
Lacking a key?
No, perhaps it was simply because so beings believed that those who were not strong enough had no right to approach.
When Lu Ping’an observed with the Eye of Truth, he finally spotted the anomaly.
In the depths of the water, sothing seed to be slowly rotating.
“Is that ‘water flow’?”
Concealing a vortex made of water within the water, if not for Lu Ping’an’s “sight” that could observe vibrations, he might have had to physically touch it to detect it.
And when Lu Ping’an actually approached and gently touched the deep-sea vortex made by the “ocean current,” the next mont, he mysteriously disappeared from the spot.
“Ah…
cough cough cough.”
The next mont, Lu Ping’an climbed out from the water.
Drenched all over, he actually felt the air.
It was a clear stone passage, and as Lu Ping’an walked on, the surrounding fluorescent gems began to emit light, illuminating his path ahead.
Lu Ping’an did not rush forward; he first tried sothing…
sure that he could still open the courtyard, he felt sowhat relieved.
The initial passage still had natural traces, but further inside, it was full of the taste of man-made carvings.
Turning a corner, what ca into view was an endless cluster of buildings.
That was a city devoid of people.
The exotic skyscrapers, one after another, spread throughout the city, but their style was quite distinctive.
“It doesn’t feel like the Long Hand Clan’s territory, even if it’s the ancient Long Hand Clan…”
Lu Ping’an compared a bit and shook his head; even if the ancient Long Hand Clan was not much different from the present, they should not live inside “honeycomb” nests.
What Lu Ping’an saw were countless “honeycomb rooms” without stairs or passages, obviously the hos of life forms with the ability to fly, and considering their urban planning skills, they must have been quite advanced.
“…It seems we’ve dug up so more secrets.”
If it was still conjecture before, walking along, observing the uninhabited streets, the empty industrial areas, and the clearly juvenile graffiti on the walls, Lu Ping’an felt like he might have really seen so things that shouldn’t be known to anyone.
Many intelligent creatures tend to use drawings to depict and record what they see and hear, and those “mural paintings” often beco the origins of modern text—this is one of the rare universal evolution rules.
And these murals, whether decorative or children’s graffiti, indirectly indicated the forr masters of this place.
“Bug Clan….”
Yes, creatures with compound eyes, wings, and six articulated legs, either soaring in the sky or darting through skyscrapers.
Lu Ping’an saw various transportation facilities, sports venues, and even a large-scale nursery densely packed with different eggs among these simple and straightforward paintings, seemingly an introduction to the city’s style.
“Lu Ping’an…”
At that mont, Big Cat spoke.
Lu Ping’an was stunned for a mont.
Did she discover sothing?
“…..these murals contain no oceans.”
Even Lu Ping’an found it hard to maintain his composure then.
He inspected thoroughly, and as he continued, not only were there no oceans, there were no lakes either.
Most of the murals’ backgrounds consisted purely of land and sky.
It seed to be a technological civilization, one inclined toward flying insect beings.
“Flying insects fearing water is sort of a ‘rule’; for flight, their limbs are often hollow and fragile, relying on high-frequency vibrating wings.
Water ruins most of their function, and they likely have no capabilities to survive underwater…”
Lu Ping’an picked up what the creature was subtly hinting at.
But soon, the hints beca unnecessary…
Then, those insect heads inexplicably seed familiar to Lu Ping’an.
“Need we think more?
These are the Abyssal Insect Race, those invaders from the Exotic Realm….”
This left Lu Ping’an completely numb.
“Go, gather more intelligence…..”
Lu Ping’an didn’t proceed aimlessly; at this mont, he opened the courtyard, allowing various professionals to beco his eyes and ears.
The city was vast, and relying solely on him for investigation would inevitably be inefficient.
As he examined the murals, he patiently waited.
With Catherine and others involved, he would obtain what he desired…..or perhaps, it wasn’t a pleasant story worth rembering.
Soone in the room found an unnoticed diary, where child-like graffiti recorded several naive yet horrifying tales.
Soone deep within a building discovered “bound” corpses—beings reduced to ash-like states by ti, but the “graffiti” on the floor revealed the ethnic identities they once held.
Piece by piece, Lu Ping’an also retrieved this lost chapter of history.
“Abyssal Insect Race, no, the ancestors of the Bug Clan before the Abyss Transformation, were the true masters of this world…”
This story wasn’t hard to piece together because they hadn’t attempted to hide it; they even regarded it as a form of honor, a sacrificial ritual for civilization and ancestors.
These arthropod intelligent creatures were not alone in this world; they accompanied “Deities” and were directed and guided by deities…..
and to Lu Ping’an, beings capable of directly guiding each individual’s progress, able to guide an entire civilization’s technological developnt’s rules, were already beyond re deities.
In the murals, they were initially ordinary insects in the jungles, yet chosen by “Deities” to embark on a unique evolutionary path.
From the results of their developnt, they spread from small tribes, eventually covering every corner of the earth…..
Even at this mont, Lu Ping’an still saw no oceans.
Throughout this process, they were continuously guided by deities…..
It granted them ans of subsistence, gave them the opportunity for blooming evolution, and bestowed them with claws and civilization.
“A religious civilization?”
But then, Lu Ping’an shook his head, dismissing this possibility.
When deities exist in the mortal realm and are constantly bound to you, it can hardly be called a devout religion.
And at the end of the mural, a half-finished pattern indicated the end of it all…
“Deity”…..
that faceless yet benevolent being, suddenly transford into an angry visage.
Beneath Its outstretched hands, countless droplets of a great flood fell, washing away countless ants-like mortals….
“The apocalypse, the Great Flood…..”
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