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"Waste, welcome to my era."

The Giant Shell Ancestor in front stretched out a hand, gathering the shattered shells from all around, forming a snow-white throne made of shells in an instant.

Crack.

It sat gently on top, elegantly crossing its legs, quietly watching the descendants of reality before its eyes.

"You!?"

"Who exactly are you?"

"A spliced hybrid ancestor is nothing more than a conglomeration of chaotic thoughts, isn't it? How does a monster known as the Demon Ghost King possess clear consciousness!!"

As the cacophony spread throughout the ancestral land.

"This guy... I know it."

At this moment, a researcher suddenly uttered a hoarse, weak voice of disbelief: "It... it is the Ancestor."

"What?"

These days, researchers among their tribe have been collecting data and images of the "First Generation Ancestor" from the Sacrificial Tomb Secret Realm, holding several significant meetings to study their ancestor's identity and status in that era.

It is precisely this research that, in the gestures, movements, hand lifts, and words of this Giant Shell Ember, made them feel the familiar presence of the Ancestor from the Sacrificial Tomb.

"So, in terms of gestures alone, it's that Ancestor from the Sacrificial Tomb?"

"Yes, it's very likely."

"Are you sure there's no possibility of imitation or disguise?"

"No! Absolutely no possibility! Every tribe in the ancestral tribe from the Sacrificial Tomb has contacted its ancestor, and we have contacted our Giant Shell Ancestor."

"Since the opening of the Sacrificial Tomb, we've been guarding our ancestor, continuously extracting information, with no external force aware of our ancestor's mannerisms to imitate."

"So, is it truly our ancestor?"

"How could this be!!"

They burst into an insane discussion, faces tense.

No matter what, this is too outrageous.

How does merely combining a few ancestor embers revive the distant First Generation Ancestor?

It's like burying yourself with your only hundreds-year-old dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, suddenly super-evolving, and the ancestral grave transforming into a millions-year-old Human Ape Ancestor.

It's not scientific.

So, how could the ancestral grave become something like this!?

Yet staring at Su Yuniang, who resembled the Sacrificial Tomb, brought direct doubt to their lives.

Su Yuniang, meanwhile, was quite amused.

This was our setup—

After all, how could they have thought that the ancestor in the Sacrificial Tomb during this period, was someone we had initially deliberately portrayed?

And it's all to now conveniently play an ancestral grave.

Setup, setup, setup—all laid down to slowly unravel the historical truth, deceiving even the most intelligent among them.

Blacksmiths never treated them like fools but approached them with the highest ceremony, as directors and actors, to create an unprecedented grand opening.

This is the art of pretension; they never wanted to act like Zhang Huaping at the time, posing as a foolish newbie.

Giant Shell Elder and ancestors quarreled noisily.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"There must be a traitor in the tribe who used the ancestor information from the Sacrificial Tomb for imitation; that's why you look so alike!"

"Tell me, who are you pretending to be?"

"It must be so; there is surely someone inside the tribe deliberately mimicking; this is fake."

"A heap of present-day ancestral graves, how could they call upon an ultra-ancient ancestor from tens of millions of years ago?"

...

Sitting atop the pristine Giant Shell Throne, Su Yuniang listened to their shouts and furrowed her brows slightly, sneering with extreme disdain, "You dare apply such ignorant logic to me? Creatures of the future."

"The current era is..."

Su Yuniang seemed to awaken gradually at this moment, her mind becoming clear, slowly sweeping her eyes around. A massive consciousness spread over half a tomb, extending to the Giant Shell City outside, listening to the voices of countless modern tribes, gathering information.

For a moment.

A brilliant smile graced its lips,

"I see, indeed it is time, they succeeded in awakening me... because the next evolutionary century has arrived."

It slowly focused on the tribespeople ahead, saying coldly:

"More than ten million years have passed, has it been too long? Has my name vanished amidst the dust of history, even you pitiful gravekeepers have forgotten the purpose of your existence?"

The Giant Shell Elder narrowed his eyes, staring intently into the other's eyes, saying: "We are... gravekeepers?"

"Indeed, you've forgotten."

Su Yuniang's eyes flickered with a hint of pity, "Very well, let me graciously tell you, these descendants."

It extended a finger, "A question, why do living beings exist? What is the meaning of life for Cangsheng? Why did we ancestors reproduce you?"

The Giant Shell Elder thought for a moment, "To continue? To have children? To leave one's imprint in the world? To band together for survival in the world?"

"Ridiculous!"

Su Yuniang showed a trace of disdain, saying, "Continuation, for us ancestors, was a meaningless task."

"I have read your present societal framework; for you, reproduction, maintaining the clan is meaningful, but this significance is a value you've self-defined throughout history."

"In the farthest ancient history, ethics, reproduction, order, dreams, beliefs... none existed, these are all terms you defined."

"Only in times filled with peace, whimsical dreams arise, attempting to realize these self-values."

"In that dreadful era, only one thing truly existed—life and death! Our obsession had only one focus: survival!"

These words sent a shock through the Giant Shell Elder's heart, aware now of something terrifying.

In that era where ethics did not exist, during the wild booming evolution, they only cared about survival.

Why did they reproduce offspring in that time?

Not for continuation, but to survive.

That means.

The final conclusion might be: reproduction could make them resurrect.

The Giant Shell Elder looked again at the indifferently-eyed Ancient Ancestor, feeling an unprecedented chill, incredulously saying:

"So, what you reproduce are not offspring... but your ember tomb."

He shouted,

"Indeed! That era didn't even have the initial Earth Vein; you ancient ancestors couldn't root to become Earth-bound Spirits for eternity."

"Without Earth Vein for eternity, you, before dying, preserved your embers by constructing numerous mausoleums named [Offspring]!"

He stared at the ancient ancestor.

Plan the conclusion based on the process; the conclusion is: the ancestor has resurrected.

The cause is surely: offspring contain conditions allowing ancestor's rebirth.

Combine it with the absence of Earth Vein back then, the answer is apparent.

His mind rapidly organized thoughts, conjuring a perfectly logical yet terrifying idea:

"You rooted in your offspring as Earth-bound Spirits!"

"This is another form of eternal Earth-bound Spirit, ember logic shells hidden within descendants, named ancestral will!"

"Each offspring carries fragments of your ember shell; when the Sacrificial Era reopens, the initial virus erupts, embers can fuse anew... gathering into tombs, consolidating the original ember shell."

"Thus, you achieve rebirth."

"So, our descendants' bodies are all gravekeepers, aren't they?"

The Giant Shell Elder's analysis complete, all Giant Shell Ancestors fell silent, revealing traces of shock,

"So, the essence of all Nine-State's beings is essentially living mausoleums!?"

This is not impossible.

The essence of ember shell is a logical energy cycle without self; implanting it like "genes" into ancient descendants.

This truth is terrifying.

Not only is the entire world covered in graves, but we beings ourselves... are entire ancestral inherited [Moving Tombs].

At this moment, an elderly man with a deathly pale face collapsed to the ground, as though his beliefs shattered, worldview overturned, eyes emitting a weak sound.

"So, our tribal continuity wasn't to predict the future, but to recreate the past."

"They may rise from the tombs we walk upon anytime, achieving an ancient great awakening."

The old man fell on the ground, sobbing, unable to speak for tears.

"We... are all gravekeepers."