1185: Chapter 1171: Behind the Scenes 1185: Chapter 1171: Behind the Scenes If Lu Ping’an had seen these things before obtaining certain information, he probably wouldn’t have thought too deeply about them.
It might just be the historical developnt of an ancient civilization.
They evolved, they reproduced, they prospered… and then, in their final liberation, were coerced by the very “Evil Gods” they had always worshipped, and ultimately fell into complete ruin.
Mortals marched toward extinction, the earth beca an ocean, and only the most devout could escape the Grand Apocalypse Flood that washed everything away.
But Lu Ping’an knew that even the so-called Ocean God couldn’t possibly create a “Flood” of such magnitude.
Completely changing the topography and indirectly transforming a world’s ecology…
only one entity could do that, and only that one.
“World’s Will…”
Which being guided the ancestors of those Insect People, step by step from “wild animals” in the forest to beco intelligent creatures?
And after their civilization had reached a considerable degree of advancent, it used a flood to cleanse everything away…
“Is this a repetition of history?”
Perhaps the answer lies right in front of us.
At this mont, Lu Ping’an even felt so sympathy for the Abyssal Worm Swarm, infamous in legend for their malevolence.
In one corner of these murals, it was shown that during the Great Flood that destroyed the world, so life forms jumped into unknown cracks, attempting to dodge the ubiquitous deluge.
Perhaps those were the ancestors of the Abyssal Insect Race.
If so, their return might not necessarily be as invaders…
“Forget about this ss, it’s too complicated to clear up.”
Compared to the sowhat entangled Lu Ping’an, Big Cat seed to see things more rationally.
“Focus on the present, make your judgnts based on your thoughts, just don’t violate your conscience and morals…”
Lu Ping’an pondered for a mont and nodded.
If we really get mired in those historical rights and wrongs, no one can be sure, it’s wiser to be a bit foolish and only look at the present.
The current situation is that the Abyssal Insect Race has beco a disaster for the world, while the Long Hand Clan is on the brink of extinction…
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s not going to happen a third ti, right?
Has It chosen a Newborn ethnic group?”
Lu Ping’an shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it, but deep inside, his wariness toward certain beings was at its maximum.
“Lu Ping’an, co over here and take a look.
There’s a Holy Temple here.
Our instrunts have detected Divine Power Fluctuation, and it’s of a pretty high grade…”
In the center of the city, Lu Ping’an saw a half-open “Void Bug Nest,” and within that evidently religious hall, there were countless sculptures.
So are strange life forms that, according to records, received the “blessing” of being Divine Envoys.
As ssengers of “God”, they stepped into the world of the Mortal Bugs, directly influencing their developnt and evolution.
Others are the wise Upright Insect Tribe, whose monunts are inscribed with their great deeds, even though there probably isn’t anyone who could accurately interpret them now.
But at the position that all the statues vaguely gazed upon, below a “hood” was the Faceless God Statue, the core of all worship.
“Is this the Holy Image?”
“There’s Divine Power Fluctuation, but it’s not…
It doesn’t have Extraordinary remnants itself, yet it seems to be connected to sothing, there’s a lingering ‘scent’.”
Big Cat spoke, and Lu Ping’an understood only half of it, but knowing this thing was valuable and useful was enough.
As he stepped onto the square with a profound religious significance, the orb in Lu Ping’an’s hand that seed to be in slumber slowly floated up, pointing again in the direction…
and this ti, it was indeed that enormous God Statue.
“If it really is It, the formless and intangible World’s Will, it shouldn’t need a statue…”
“Perhaps It doesn’t need one, but mortals do; they need their faith to have a precise and stable target, not a vague existence that can’t even be called by na.”
Big Cat guided Lu Ping’an to continue forward, carefully walking on the “main road.”
As per convention, such religious buildings often had various chanisms and traps, but this ti, Lu Ping’an found his journey quite easy.
He followed the floating orb of water and gradually arrived beneath the enormous Holy Image.
Finally, when Lu Ping’an reached the base of the giant statue, he and his little companion were not even as tall as the little finger of the hooded figure.
“Hum!”
Finally, as the “water orb” slowly approached, the giant Holy Image also began to tremble slightly.
“Hum!”
The trembling, it started to spread.
This city, including its buildings, walls, and the ground, all began to tremble slightly.
“Boom!”
A sudden explosion from the collapse of a tall building not far away.
Then, as if a monster had co from within the void, building after building turned to ash.
Has sothing arrived?
Lu Ping’an couldn’t perceive or observe but could vaguely see the suffocating pressure…
it seed he had once again gone too far.
His limbs, they seed to have been placed in a at grinder.
In the darkness, it was as if sothing had opened its eyes, glancing at him with a mix of surprise and puzzlent.
Then, It seed to be about to raise its hand…
to simply squash an “insect” that dared to be botherso and overstepped its bounds.
No, there was no need for squashing; rely the “presence” of that part of existence in this world, that omnipresent mad pressure, brought madness and death.
Was his end near?
Perhaps, just a fraction of the bizarre existence before him could bring about a planet’s destined demise.
Could this be a trap, but rely to kill him?
“Protection.”
But at that mont, an ancient voice echoed throughout the world.
Lu Ping’an was not qualified to et the “great” being, but soone else was.
“Step back, for your own good, and for theirs…”
Strangely, Lu Ping’an and his group were teleported outside the plaza, while the wooden mask that had hung on his face remained, floating, facing the being that resided in the God Statue.
“…Long ti no see, we have co to make a deal…”
At this mont, Lu Ping’an, witnessing everything, seed to understand it all.
Perhaps, in the eyes of certain beings, he was a very suitable “porter.”
Perhaps, the powerful being that had just protected him was the one to communicate with ‘It’…
In the presence of only a part of It, Lu Ping’an had no ability to resist.
But why would It choose to descend here, why engage in a trade with outsiders at this location?
Was It not afraid that its trading partners, upon seeing Its majestic achievents, might find It far too absurd and dangerous, and just turn around and flee?
“Do not try to understand the true ‘gods’…
What you see as brutal and insane behavior might, in their eyes, be childhood antics worthy of pride.
Perhaps, It is boasting of Its ‘accomplishnts’, mocking those abandoned chess pieces, laughing at those interesting chess pieces who once thought they were the Sons of Destiny.”
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