Published: February 12, 2025
Every person who leaves their hometown has a difficult and bitter past.
As time moves forward, the sorrowful hues become more intense. Before the apocalypse, such actions represented struggle and effort, and the meaning had completely changed.
The migration of the Temple of Dawn could be seen as passive or active, but in the end, they were still outsiders. They did not belong to this Blue Planet.
Once, when they arrived here, they dreamed of taking root and propagating on this land, bringing their beliefs and deities to a place bathed in sunlight.
Many sanctuary people left the camp; they could be seen as victims of internal strife or those who grew weary, or perhaps they were seekers of hope, even thinkers and believers spreading their faith.
Perhaps they did not know that their departure made them the last survivors of their race.
The spark of hope still existed, but the extermination of their kind had already become a reality.
With the final sacrifice of the Holy Maiden, the Temple of Dawn perished.
They escaped the destruction of their living place, the Blue Secret Realm, yet did not continue in their new homeland.
With the emergence of the Soul Flag, a large area within the Holy City was revealed, which previously resembled residential areas, showing no significant differences. Even when some zombies or gene warriors entered, they found nothing unusual—at most, it was just empty.
In such a large city, there was a region where no one had returned to normalcy during the war.
But who knew that it was actually the camp of the Temple of Dawn, gathering many elite members there.
Ye Zhongming’s expression shifted slightly. Even without deliberately investigating, as a nine-star evolver, he did not notice the existence of this flag, which had to be admitted as a significant oversight.
Moreover, one could tell from this flag that the equipment was powerful. So powerful that it made Ye Zhongming, Mo Ye, and other nine-star or ninth-level beings feel a shiver.
Such a feeling could only arise when life is in danger.
It was equipment that could potentially kill a nine-star evolver.
The Yama Tree had stopped fighting.
Indeed, when angry, she would fight to the end. But that didn’t mean she didn’t cherish her life; on the contrary, in this regard, mutant plants and animals always acted closer to instinct than evolvers.
They wouldn’t even know how to put on a show.
"You are strong; you broke through my three layers of armor, but I survived. Since you couldn't kill me, then you should die."
It was unclear if it was due to her considerably smaller size, but the voice of the palace giant was much clearer and more coherent than before.
"Don’t feel too good about yourself. The only reason you are alive now is that only I truly fought just now."
The Yama Tree returned to her human form and looked disdainfully at her still giant opponent.
Even the Yama Tree herself hadn’t truly gone all out; just when she was about to, everyone stopped. The large flag waved in the wind, chilling the air, drawing much of everyone’s attention to it.
"Heh, nothing much."
The palace giant underwent some changes; the parts that were once simply stitched together began to truly integrate, making it increasingly resemble a real stone giant.
Ye Zhongming and the other ninth-level beings from Cloud Summit did not intervene; the pressure from the flag was simply too great. They felt that any movement could lead to the unknown.
The Holy Maiden's dying scream still echoed in Ye Zhongming’s ears, but he would not act impulsively because of it.
Not to mention that he had initially planned to seek an explanation from the Temple of Dawn, the two sides were not on good terms. Even if they were friends, they were all trivial in the face of the interests at stake in Cloud Summit.
The King of Cloud Summit needed time to decide how to act.
He had already made a mistake by not discovering the flag earlier; he could not afford to make another error, especially as he was about to leave.
"You are the King of the Holy City?"