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Wing slowly walked forward.

The soles of his feet touched the ground, feeling cold and solid.

The surroundings remained eerily quiet.

Even through the thick fog, Wing could vaguely see the standing, sitting, or walking shadows of people as he moved forward.

But these people did not make a single sound.

He had even started to doubt whether these silhouettes truly existed.

Or were they some kind of illusion, or perhaps remnants of the past?

“Are you questioning their existence?”

At that moment.

The woman who had been guiding Wing spoke again.

Her voice remained incredibly gentle.

An enchanting figure and a soul-stirring gentle voice.

Even through the fog, Wing had yet to see her face clearly.

But in his mind, he had already constructed an incredibly beautiful image.

It was like a collection of all the wonderful things in the world, making one yearn for it.

But strangely,

For such a beautiful woman,

Wing felt no indecent thoughts, only infinite reverence.

“They are like me.”

“All First Generation Heavenly People.”

Without waiting for Wing’s response, the woman already spoke the answer he wanted.

But this answer,

Caused Wing to be taken aback.

These were all First Generation Heavenly People?

But why…

Perhaps she sensed his confusion.

A soft sigh came through the fog, inducing a feeling of pity.

“We who were altered by the Supreme Demon Lord have long lost our ability to reproduce.”

“There are a total of forty-eight First Generation Heavenly People.”

“Tens of thousands of years have passed, with few ever leaving this place.”

“A period so long would wear away all emotions.”

“We have stopped conversing with each other since who knows when.”

“Only the belief in accomplishing our goal keeps us lingering here.”

In just a few short sentences, a wealth of information was revealed.

A goal… What goal?

A new doubt rose in Wing’s mind.

As a Third-generation Heavenly Person, he didn’t have much contact with higher-ranking Heavenly People.

Someone like him, who carried Homo sapiens bloodline, was considered a mixed breed in the eyes of those Second-generation Heavenly People who despised Homo sapiens.

Since Wing also hated Homo sapiens, he was unwilling to interact with Second-generation Heavenly People who were close to Homo sapiens.

Therefore,

He had only a fragmented understanding of the Heavenly People’s goal and the origin of their transformation.

Over tens of thousands of years, he had thought about the purpose of the First Generation Heavenly People.

Logically, if the First-generation Heavenly People wanted to completely exterminate Homo sapiens, even if Homo sapiens had a few strong individuals and some Second-generation Heavenly People to protect them for a while,

They would end up being wiped out by Heavenly People.

After all, the emergence of a powerful individual among humans who could fight against Heavenly People required an immense amount of time and effort, one could even say a one in ten thousand chance.

As for Heavenly People,

Though their numbers would not increase, they would also not decrease.

It was like facing an opponent of equal strength where you could only make one mistake, while the opponent could afford to make countless mistakes.

In such a war, the extinction of Homo sapiens was inevitable from the very beginning.

But in reality,

Homo sapiens had persevered time and time again under their extermination and were even able to keep their lineage alive until now.

First Generation Heavenly People rarely took action, occasionally appearing in a gathering place for Homo sapiens, solely for the purpose of slaughtering for fun before they disappeared without a trace.

As for the Second and Third Generation Heavenly People,

Even when they reached the point where they were about to completely exterminate Homo sapiens,

The First-generation Heavenly People would always issue a command, forcing them into a slumber,

Only to awaken when Homo sapiens’ civilization reached its peak again, re-igniting the war against Homo sapiens.

This feeling,

Was like participating in a never-ending game.

Wing doubted more than once,

What was the true purpose of the First-generation Heavenly People?

Could it be that all Heavenly People and Homo sapiens were merely characters in a game to them?

As long as they performed the same tasks in an endless cycle, providing them with entertainment?

Wing didn’t know.

He was eager for answers.

Eager to approach the truth.

So,

He raised his head, his gaze pierced through the thick fog and looked at the hazy, enchanting figure.

This First-generation Heavenly Person seemed to possess the ability to see through one’s soul.

He believed that she must know his thoughts at this moment.

He hoped that she would provide the answer he sought.

But this time,

Unexpectedly,

The woman who had always answered his questions without even waiting for him to speak,

Remained silent at this moment.

Amidst the surrounding fog,

The world fell completely quiet.

Only the steady footsteps echoed, hollow and somber.

After who knows how long,

The silhouettes that had appeared scattered throughout the fog were no longer present.

Without knowing why, Wing felt that the surrounding light seemed to be getting brighter.

“We are almost there.”

At that moment.

The woman finally spoke again.

“The answer you seek should not be given to you by me.”

“Perhaps you should ask it yourself.”

The graceful figure slowly came to a stop.

The woman turned around and stepped aside.

Was he supposed to continue alone?

All along the way, this woman seemed to have taken on the role of a guide.

Only someone of even higher status could have such a prestigious First-generation Heavenly Person leading the way.

Who could such a person be?

For some reason,

Wing’s heart inexplicably felt fearful.

He was like a lowly citizen living in a vast empire, suddenly taken to meet the king face-to-face.

He had no strength to resist, and he dared not resist.