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What is the characteristic of a race?

It is continuation.

What cannot continue is: the individual.

What continues is: the race.

So, what is the meaning of a race's existence?

For lower creatures without wisdom, like insects and beasts, continuation is merely an instinct; they have no mind, yet instinctively continue.

For the highly intelligent Human Race and Demon Race, continuation is an honor, a great belief.

One by one, heroes pioneer, risking life and limb to spill their blood, sing praises to belief, shed tears of passion, resolving one crisis after another for their race, forming ancient myths and legends in history...

Forward and forward again, is for continuation!

The glory of a race often comes from its sedimented history, the greatness of its ancestors.

This is a passion grounded in the life origin etched into the bones.

But now, suddenly someone claims that no matter if it's the instinctive continuation of ants or the belief-driven continuation of the Human Race or Demon Race, these instincts were artificially carved by the "ancient ancestors" into a logic.

Their continuation is merely an inheritance from the ancestral tombs.

Such continuation is like a Gravekeeper maintaining the "ancestral tombs," sacrificing generation after generation to protect the ancestors at all costs.

When ancient beliefs collapse, dreams that lasted tens of thousands of years shatter, what remains after they awaken in the harsh reality?

Whimpering sounds.

Some members of the Giant Shell Race, instilled with racial honor from a young age, start to sob.

They once firmly believed that their faith was supreme, and they could die for the rise of their race! Fighting the Dragon Race, supporting the Bone King, establishing a Dynasty, setting up the National Guardian Divine Artifact.

They sacrificed, they guarded, they passed on.

But this false instinct of continuation was solely for the continuation of the ancestral tombs...

This truth is far scarier than the truth of the Human God.

"It truly saddens us."

Even the extremely wise Giant Shell Grand Elder remained silent:

"Looking across the history of ten million years, we are so insignificant."

"Our history began to be recorded over nine million years ago. Our ancestors established the first tribe; over six million years ago, our race encountered a crisis of extinction for offending the Phoenix, relocating as a whole to the East Sea."

The Giant Shell Elder's voice was calm, narrating the history in an extremely soothing tone,

"Over five million years ago, a great leader appeared; he toiled his entire life, died for us, went secretly to study in the Human Race's Nine-State, became the mount of a Human Race Great Power, enduring humiliations just to bring back the advanced Human Race heritage, allowing us to survive."

"What helplessness, what despair, what magnificence, we turned death into beautiful notes, composing joyous melodies for belief, covering up the sacrifices of generations."

"Ancestors told the awakening children that sacrifice is for continuation, that it is valuable."

"Ancestors held aloft the torch to protect you, you will protect the children, this is the continuation of civilization."

"Over four million years ago, we completely rose, standing only beneath the Four Great Divine Beasts, becoming one of the most powerful Holy Lands of the Nine-State..."

The Giant Shell Elder narrated the history, silent and magnificent like a mute film, this was the tragic song every race needed to experience to reach the peak.

"But now... but now!"

The Giant Shell Elder looked angrily at the Ancestor before him, pointing at it with a sneer:

"You tell us, our continuation was just logic you inscribed in our bloodlines, our tragic song was just the prelude for your revival, our race's struggle was meaningless from the start, it was all to revive you."

"We are just the scattered fragments of your ember's shells that you'll reabsorb, returning to the great embrace of the ancient Ancestor?"

The ancient Ancestor sat cross-legged on the throne, looking at them coldly,

"I hope you understand one thing, that era was just so backward."

"We had no other means, unable to take root like those who came later, in the Earth Vein, building graves, you could only continue as your ancestral tombs."

"Of course, such graves obviously have numerous flaws, for countless ancestral tombs appear to extinguish a large number of races with the passing of time, it seems quite a few former friends perished completely in history along with their races disappearing."

"You should have long noticed this."

The Giant Shell Ancestor chuckled lightly,

"The [Chronicles of Time], the earliest traceable ancestral tomb is the Melting Dragon Era."

"Where was the ancestral tomb before the [Chronicles of Time] during the Sacrificial Era buried??"

"We, the great contributors who defeated Xian back then, also faced the fate of dying of old age. How should the remaining three thousand Ancestors struggle to survive?"

A deep smile spread across its face, "So then, from the start, we lived in your hearts... it's just that you, like the Human Gods, were limited by the gradually solidified historical perceptions."

The Giant Shell Elder's face turned deathly pale.

Now, history has opened a terrifying curtain of darkness, the truth has been revealed.

In ancient times, even the Earth Vein had not been studied.

Their Embers of that year could not possibly take root as Earth-bound Spirits, remaining eternally.

Hence.

Those of stunning talent ultimately chose reproduction, using the exuberant life brought by "life continuation and reproduction" to leave the [Ancestral Embers] within the [Descendant's Embers] of Cangsheng.

And the mechanism to revive them was countless fragments of the same race's embers stacking together, their [Ember Shells] would completely awaken.

And when would their awakening be?

It is when the next biological explosion begins, the outbreak of the initial ember virus, only the initial ember virus will cause the anomaly of ember fusion!

So, they merged, and the Ancestor awakened.

Giant Shell Elder, shocked to the core, let out a long breath,

"Everyone says, the [Chronicles of Time] buried the endless tombs of ancient Gods and Demons, yet they do not know, outside of that, is also the [Cangsheng History] that is buried in everyone's heart."

The Giant Shell Ancestor God revealed a contemptuous and arrogant expression,

"Future minor fish, it seems your minds are not completely useless."

"In ancient times, the years of wars were unknown, with tens of thousands of Ancestors only three thousand remaining, I was one of the three thousand Ancestral Demon Gods sleeping since ancient times."

"So, gravekeepers, your mission has come, here is a test for you."

"I understand your pity."

"I marvel at your bravery."

"Therefore, as the Ancestor God, I give the warriors who guard me a small opportunity."

"Come, accept my reward, demonstrate your strength, try to defeat me, amuse me, give me a little surprise."

A terrifying pressure emanated from its body, the foreheads of the entire Giant Shell high officials were unknowingly covered in cold sweat.

The feeling of fear savaged the surroundings, seemingly instinctively fearing this Ancestral Demon King from a super ancient era.

"If you cannot defeat me, then it shows you are no more than a bunch of future waste, better off returning to my body, continuing as tombstones to complete my logical shell, returning to the embrace of the great Ancestor."

The Giant Shell Elder's complexion suddenly changed dramatically.