Chapter 1185: Chapter 1185

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 development 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 became 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.

Which being guided the ancestors of those Insect People, step by step from “wild animals” in the forest to become intelligent creatures?

And after their civilization had reached a considerable degree of advancement, 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 moment, Lu Ping’an even felt some 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, some 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 mess, it’s too complicated to clear up.”

Compared to the somewhat entangled Lu Ping’an, Big Cat seemed to see things more rationally.

“Focus on the present, make your judgments based on your thoughts, just don’t violate your conscience and morals…”

Lu Ping’an pondered for a moment 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 become 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 time, 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, come over here and take a look.

There’s a Holy Temple here.

Our instruments 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.

Some are strange life forms that, according to records, received the “blessing” of being Divine Envoys.

As messengers of “God”, they stepped into the world of the Mortal Bugs, directly influencing their development and evolution.

Others are the wise Upright Insect Tribe, whose monuments 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 something, 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 seemed to be in slumber slowly floated up, pointing again in the direction…

and this time, 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 name.”

Big Cat guided Lu Ping’an to continue forward, carefully walking on the “main road.”

As per convention, such religious buildings often had various mechanisms and traps, but this time, 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.

Finally, as the “water orb” slowly approached, the giant Holy Image also began to tremble slightly.

The trembling, it started to spread.

This city, including its buildings, walls, and the ground, all began to tremble slightly.

A sudden explosion from the collapse of a tall building not far away.

Then, as if a monster had come from within the void, building after building turned to ash.

Has something arrived?

Lu Ping’an couldn’t perceive or observe but could vaguely see the suffocating pressure…

it seemed he had once again gone too far.

His limbs, they seemed to have been placed in a meat grinder.

In the darkness, it was as if something had opened its eyes, glancing at him with a mix of surprise and puzzlement.

Then, It seemed to be about to raise its hand…

to simply squash an “insect” that dared to be bothersome and overstepped its bounds.

No, there was no need for squashing; merely the “presence” of that part of existence in this world, that omnipresent mad pressure, brought madness and death.

Perhaps, just a fraction of the bizarre existence before him could bring about a planet’s destined demise.

Could this be a trap, but merely to kill him?

But at that moment, an ancient voice echoed throughout the world.

Lu Ping’an was not qualified to meet the “great” being, but someone 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 time no see, we have come to make a deal…”

At this moment, Lu Ping’an, witnessing everything, seemed 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 achievements, 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 ‘accomplishments’, mocking those abandoned chess pieces, laughing at those interesting chess pieces who once thought they were the Sons of Destiny.”